We pick on ourselves;
When we don't meet our own expectations.
We feel sad and angry;
When others don't meet the expectations we put on them.
I am not a great hero nor done any great deeds;
But this much I can be, a bearer of hope.
To let the pained soul know love is possible;
If we would just stop expecting things.
We could save ourselves a lot of unhappiness;
If we make our heart a Temple of Peace;
Flowing with love for all those who surround us.
If we make our mind a Temple of Peace;
Acting with calmness and clarity throughout all.
If we make our eyes a Temple of Peace;
Looking with compassion on all we see.
If we make our ears a Temple of Peace;
Listening with truth to all that we hear.
Kaash.. that I believe possible!
Thoughts of this Pagal..
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Monday, April 19, 2010
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