The purpose of our lives is to be happy—Dalai Lama Php 2: 2 Love, being one in spirit and purpose
When self-awareness arrived friction was the price to pay Hang-ups: now to a mindful self-conscience we fall prey A primal hysteria, a repressed realm of raw violent emotion A basic instinct to stay alive in the unconscious and in motion Choices made won’t make the grade all will reveal then betray A gift from a loving source mankind ruined—had his day No relief for consequences brought by voluntary actions—only unrests Spirit hidden, mind insight, beliefs transcend even the subconscious tests Bad behavior unleashed with emotional charge is emanating infectious tolls To be calm and to have benign intentions as does the temperate climate It becomes more favorable; earth life purpose is to be genuine—it's what stirs souls
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