Ego is at the root
Of all destruction.
And what for ego
My dear, think for a while,
No one is yours
Nothing is yours.
Don't go with emotion
And don't invite
Your own destruction.
Mind it, you can be safe
After burning in fire
After drowning in water
But you cannot live
With worldly materials.
This world is like dry bone
In the mouth of a dog
And we are getting pleasure
In this world, my dear.
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