Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Judgment enslaves
living for that approval of others
denying our individuality
we put our self on the shelf
going out of our way
to escape their frown

we live in stress rather than comfort
the means to the end of their desires
becomes burdensome

why trample over my own desires
am I not worthy
of a life of joy
to be happy
should not my filling come first

how can I lift the spirit of another
when my own spirit
has become buried
beneath the judgment I am a slave to

please be not presumptuous to judge
not all are intended to walk your path
we must all find our own way

it´s interesting to observe our judgment move(mo)ments
(they always have something to say to us)
& to not pretend we are doing, feeling or thinking what we are not
ends soon or later (sometimes in misterious ways)
in a more breath-able air for everyone.

gracias for the poem & the (kind) advices inscripted in it!