🕊️ Remember always in your heart Aging, pain, and death are ours. They walk with us in silent breath— The body’s script, the soul’s true test. The graveyard’s not a place outside, It’s buried here—where we reside. A thousand graves within this frame, Old and new—they wear no name. Bones of days that came and passed, Losses layered deep and vast. What we burn, what we bury— We carry still, we always carry. Reflect on death to still the pride, To tame the voice that shouts inside. Degrees and praise cannot conceal The wounds we never chose to heal. Turn the gaze from judging others, To tending flaws beneath the cover. This is prayer, but not with sound— It’s how the soul returns to ground. To ask with stillness, search the scar, And know exactly where we are. In every posture, speak the mind— What’s yet to mend? What’s left behind? No pride remains, no fire to stoke, When we see ourselves through rising smoke. The ego cools, the anger dies, When truth is seen with steady eyes. And peace will bloom where once was flame— A quiet heart, without a name.
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