In the mirror of the sun,
Duty from the heart is given,
We tax ourselves for others welfare,
We check ourselves,
Ensure our manners are right,
So that peace and cooperation is real,
That our nobility is a form of humbleness,
Uplifting to all around,
Duty is thus well mirrored,
From farm hand to king,
In a sustainable social ecosystem.
In the mirror of the eclipse,
Duty is money taken,
Tax is money taken,
Checks are money paid,
Manors are the homes of the takers,
Peace and cooperation are masks,
Nobility is unchecked ego,
Suppressing with unearned faux-superiority,
Easier physical work is deemed expensive,
Harder physical work is deemed cheap
In consumptive social abuse.
Yet to those born in an eclipse,
It is challenging to welcome,
The mirror of the sun.
If duty be not part of the grand melody of love that calls to your deepest heart, then it is mere distraction and of it, be not a part.
When duty entwines with love we find perfect passion with direction; we become a vector of heaven with horizon-bound velocity.
Heaven only brings a duty that is in perfect accord with what your heart loves, for love is thy fuel, thy compass and thy endurance.
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