Where there is selfishness swaying in the dilemma of want-power, the unexpected success is to wrap oneself up. What is the need to be disgusted by the fascination of momentary pleasure?
I want to be free from burden or move forward with everyone. I want to be a spotless contented writer beyond the boundaries of addiction and non-addiction.
There is no grief of self-destruction, no expression of dissatisfaction with anyone. I am not a prisoner in the hands of the flowing time rushing for the pure joy of the game of liberation.
Surrendering my heart to the card game, I came to mourn pure love. Whose shackles I have tied on my feet, I have found the plate of ego in the false illusion of desire and fist.
Not to give knowledge -
I came to unleash the love of a prudent and prudent man, spreading petals in the habitual way. I forgot everything and came to break the bonds of unnecessary judicial debate.
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