Life. Choice

So what to choose?
True or false ?
How to live so that the feelings of the day do not suppress the flesh,
And do not kill desires with their expectations.
How can feelings find solace without causing blockage of the chakras
due to minor pressure in those circumstances.
Where purity and equality were the lot,time slowed down mortality.
And that entity was eternal in the wheel of fate,
Spending days as The Father had bequeathed ,
And finding joy in pleasant little baubles.
It was the line between the desirable and the sacred,
When the image could not live in a routine that enveloped the senses,
And the flame of blood exploded the flesh ,
Absorbing consciousness into the abyss of passion.
Swirled by a tornado of circumstances and found a rush in the fire.
Disappointment filled the soul with the imposition and expectation of a night
or day that lasted longer that time estimated.
No longer finding comfort and warmth,having learned another secret of that day,
Having changed their attitude to the descending.
Finding a way out in the shaman's drums,which played in thunderclaps,
creating their own mantra in the music of rain,
Dedicating the dawn to the excitement of the dance and the night of tears,
The amulet was created from ashes from the altar for a time-burning sacrifice.
Everything was mixed up in a cocktail of day and night,and there was no difference between them.
God had combined both good and evil,for day and night.
It was a good medicine to balance the scales,saving lives.
Time was again composing a parable calling for a change of life.