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There has got to be a place where the soul can rest.

Updated on July 11, 2015

Peace to the Buddhists

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There has got to be a place where a soul can rest, peace to the Buddhists




There has got to be a place where the soul can rest
while you still on earth?


Peace to the Buddhists.
Peace to the Buddhists.‎
Peace to the Buddhists.‎


We eat pork.
We kill pigs.


We eat eggs.
We roast chicken.
We kill chickens.

We eat beef.
We milk cows.
We kill cows.



The world we messing it up.


Global warming.
Crime.
Domestic violence.
Endless wars.



The symbol of God a baby.
Yet the symbols of society are filled with
violence, hate and abuse.



We pray, only to sin again.


Let us be grateful.
For the rain and sunshine.
Our Lives are more valuable then any mineral.

Yet why is life so cheap?
Why do we die broke?



Street children, homeless yet they were born
into a home, hopefully out of Love.


Greed, envy, jealousy, and mischief.


Dreams shatter in the mists of adversity.
Be cautious.
Walk in the light.
Materialise your dreams.
Keep negative thoughts at bay.

There has got to be a place where the soul
can rest, while you still on earth?



Peace to the Buddhists.
Peace to the Buddhists.
Peace to the Buddhists.


‎Gods Poet NkosiNkosinathi Ncala

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