buddhism
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Brimstone, fire, burn the chorus of the church. Sin and castigation and total subjugation. Fear is their adulation make you feel your suffocating underneath the weight of mortal sin. That negativity approach does not appeal to me. I don’t need to prostrate my self just because you yearn, to Lord your superiority and pious power…
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Maddening is the meddling mind Thoughts are working overtime Creating mischievous works Wallowing in the sanctity of the dirt. Twisted is the toxic speech Ones that to us all beseech To listen to words not impeccable But words designed to cause hurt. Indolent are the actions of those Who seek merely to throw stones Cause…
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Thy goblet of thine love overfloweth for all. My mind dwells in the fullness of bliss at the thought of all that is beautiful.
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You are the birdsong I am the tree Your are the dawn chorus I am the first light of day Your love is universal I am compassionate infinity We complement each other For we complete each other Apart we are nothing.
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Moving through dimensions and shifting through different times, there are elemental creatures that will haunt our minds. Some see them as demonic, some as alien, some will see them as shape shifters and none of this is wrong. There are many things that go on just behind the scenes, sometimes we may catch a glimpse…
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The frosted heart than cannot be melted is the heart that one day that will be shattered. The heart that is filled with warmth will always be filled with love
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Derelict precinct Shops closed down Lost aimless people Walking round Drugs and drink help many by Ghetto town could make you cry. People who have fallen through the cracks All nationalities White and black In bedsit homes Fighting to make ends meet No matter how dark No matter how bleak A sense of community still…
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Extacsy should be a value state of being and should be tasted and savoured in the same way as wine and appreciated as a rare, exquisite and beautiful discovery provided by nature and the divine to sate all desires.
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The Moon shines down Lighting my way, Along my coastal path Dictating the nature of the sea Dictating the nature in me. The pull of the moon within me I feel with spirit evoking clarity.
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Mortal sin Moral disease Ethically rooted in sleaze. That’s how your painted when you do things your way Beyond the control they crave. Act just weird as you can be Individualistic and free to be. The truth is nobody respects you Unless you show them you the real truth That you are authentic And sublime…
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