The urge to judge is ever close
Rooted on the impulses of self-elevation
The selfish fulfillment of one's delusion
A lack of understanding and wisdom
Compels one to judge
To smear without conscious thought
To contaminate the spirit within
With slanderous accusations
To drag the Soul in the mud
To judge is to expose the underlying wound
To exacerbate the trauma to the Soul
Do not judge others
Nor judge yourself falsely
You are made for Love
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I would imagine the number of unfair judgements I have made in my live could not be quantified. However, isn't life itself a judgement? Enjoyed your thoughts on this very important topic.