🕊️ The mind we carry is the treasure we ignore. We chase the world, but leave this door. It breaks, it bends, it fades unseen, Yet it holds what we truly mean. Tend to it like sacred ground— It holds the silence most profound. We sit and look within the stream, Of thoughts that ripple through the dream. What do we seek in all this noise? Do we create or just destroy? Do we ignite our pain with fire, Or turn our thoughts to something higher? Let’s mend the mind before it’s late, Before we face the hands of fate. The breath we hold, the death we fear— They’ve lived with us, year after year. To know the flaws, to see the cracks, Is how we learn to bring peace back. Look inside, where thoughts arise, And ask if truth lives in disguise. Do we chase blame and curse the rain, While dragging chains that breed more pain? To know what's right and where we've strayed, Is how the inner light is made. Then look outside — what’s come and gone? What’s newly born, what’s holding on? What fades with age, what breaks with time, And how do we prepare the mind? The truth: we're aging, aching, dying— This body’s song is always sighing. So train the mind while breath remains, Before it slips like midnight rain. Repeat the truth beneath the skin: That age and death are built within. We all must walk the same old road, So walk it with a lighter load.
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