buddhism
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Equalateral balance Where everything in life is even, Balanced is our equalibrium Where everything is simply breathing, In time and in rhythm With the universe and nature, Where we in harmony Live and love requited dreams of unity. Feel the frequency, Feel the harmony, Build it up and embrace life more peacefully. Vibrations humming through…
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These thoughts I write And messages conveyed Are allegorical in every way, For in spiritual realms I loosen my soul, I shine a light through poems and prose, I connect to universal energy, And correlate to life’s elemental synergy, I open my heart That’s like a maze of trysts, Of secret loves unconditionally betwixt The…
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The gratification of satisfaction Can become the object of distraction So you are numbed to life and all reactions Get a grip and find some traction From which headway can be made And all the untruths will then be flayed And all the victims who have been slayed Will find their ways to better days…
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The love in you Is reflected in the stars, Defines just who you are And opens up your heart, To the universal creation In a breathless salutation And becomes our true salvation, In the end. The love that’s within you Is an energy that runs through, Everything that’s in existence And breaks down all resistance…
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Deep state thrives Encouraging divides, Antifa and Alt Right Play out puppet games, Of the Rockerfellers and Rothschild Of the illuminati, they are the brainchilds, Creating wars and undermining states, Creating so much death, Creating so much hate They know that to rule, they have to divide, To much strength when the people unite, Both…
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Why should I care for society When it don’t care for me, Spending it’s time wrapped in the illusory, Why should I care for a state based on hate, It just wants to encourage me just to be the same, Why should I care about a system that is broken And disregards every word that…
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Peculiar is as peculiar does When studied closely as one must, When seen through the monocle of one eye Peculiar things do I a spy, With my little eye looking through time A witness to a peculiar rise in unusual tides, Of the unconscious mind That may as well be blind, To the integral signs…
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