PureInsight | January 14, 2007
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Start with good posture, control of the breath
Next calm the mind and all morbid intent
Give up all pursuit of fame after death
Ask only your pen, to true thoughts be lent
Then start to write on whatever you dream
Mind the meter - unstressed, stressed - and the rhyme
Each line has ten beats, the lines are fourteen
Practice makes perfect, the skill comes in time
Don't look at others, this work is your own
Study the masters and always the Law
With this and endurance, skill can be honed
Write for the people, with purpose and awe
But without great Truth, 'tis not yet sublime
Poems are more than mere meter and rhyme
