I Have Reached The Age of Mindfulness
A poem
A poem
I am a garden tended by stillness.
In the soil of my soul,
seeds of silence germinate,
from them sprout revelations
in vibrant blooms.
Amid the canopy of wisdom
I shelter in the cool shadows.
Whispering ancients remind me,
know thyself,
unveil the cosmos.
In this verdant sanctum, distraction withers,
insight is nourished, burdens are light.
When hands are open, storms will pass,
rainbows will rise
in their wake.
We are blessed beings,
partaking in a reality vaster than dreams.
Cast off the armour weighing your spirit,
let worries compost at the ancient roots,
breathe deeply the restorative airs,
prepare your soul
to bloom.
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