Do you keep a saving account?
Do you have enough stocks of food?
Do you get friends to live with?
Fear consciousness is the cause.
Fear is the root from which life sprouts.
That fear goes means suicide has come.
Fear, like a grain in the eye, pricks,
And in its sleep comes peacefulness.
17.08.2015
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