Consider I not the sweet but sour my teeth do gnash this late night hour Sorrow makes the news... a constant reality as Love gains distance from humanity A crimson generation we've become No fire works, we prefer guns and exploding bombs And to what end is all the killing- what creed? lives-limbs lost, fulfilling what need?! She could have been our mother, They could have been your kin ... They were! They are! I am! We are! So whats with all the blood spilling? ...O Love be our volition to find! That this generation may regain its title- "Man-KIND"
This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is KINDNESS- Dalai Lama