If the mind is the intellect
A store for our memory,
A seat for our thoughts,
From cobwebs keep it clean.
If the soul is an ideal,
A principle for what man strives,
Keep an image of the self,
A portrait of the man.
If the body is the mass,
The bugs are a disease,
Remove the flaws in the system,
One by one.
The body, mind and soul,
Together, they define the man,
A house for the spirit,
With water wash it clean.
We start our existence upon this earth
In a state of divine grace;
The way to devotion
Is cleanliness of body, mind and soul,
These are the pillars,
Of the temple of man.

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