we have enough work to do
on our own…
but actions can be judged,
actions based in fear,
actions based in ignorance….
prejudices, hatreds, greed, apathy…
the battles we face
on the path to liberate ourselves!
compassion judges,
loves the person, hates the action,
lights the way, frees the soul.
minds controlled by hearts,
one step at a time….
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