a fearful thought or idea
enters my head and
robs me of my serenity
the center of all my obsessions
is me, and the only things that helps
me get out of myself is
being of service to others
I ain't no bodhisattva,
but I think they had it right.
Even if you become an englightened being,
what's the point of being aware and free
if you aren't willing share it and help
others to be free.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
a fearful thought or idea
enters my head and
robs me of my serenity
the center of all my obsessions
is me, and the only things that helps
me get out of myself is
being of service to others
I ain't no bodhisattva,
but I think they had it right.
Even if you become an englightened being,
what's the point of being aware and free
if you aren't willing share it and help
others to be free.
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