Pitfalls
Having formed an opinion
we become a mere minion
before ego, our mind closed;
dweller of darkness, hard nosed.
Childlike innocence pious,
shifts to an inbuilt bias;
our judgements oft negative,
becoming soul's narrative.
Breath by breath, we live and learn,
to make still mind-body urn,
choosing always throb of love,
of grace that pours from above.
21-October-2022
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