The smoke from the factory was rising above

Fluttering like a flag trying to touch the firmament

The curious eyes were long waiting on the window

To see the dimness and the breaking of clouds to rain

But they were unaware of the deceit of the evil smoke

When the smoke disappeared, the black sky turned azure

The soul is protected by the flesh and imbibed by the heart

But it is shrouded by the fluttering haughtiness

Like the evil smoke

It is deceiving the mind to believe the unreal

The mind seeks comprehension of the real

The pure divine soul without the haughtiness

And the azure sky without the evil smoke.

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