………Fear reared and cared for the loss of what’s desired, the self has to be controlled it can never be expired, one should stay meditating to achieve knowledge of self you’ll reach a chakra higher, at the end it will all be thrown in the fire, the other side won’t allow un-soulful attire, this isn’t something you can toss in a dryer, even if you attempted to burn your flesh off in a fryer, chances are if the self isn’t mastered you won’t reach a level higher, until then you hold the wrench and the pliers…
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Yea when u reach that level and u not meditating spirit team always whooping ass when you not meditating too get you back alined like a hot dryer
Lol
Make they destiny burn like a fryer called karma
Karma catches us all
Mechanical adjustment of the psyche in a meditation that boils. Well written with internal rhyme
Thanks
My pleasure
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