Amid the winds that howl and break,
Where tempests churn and foundations shake,
A quiet breath, a step so small,
Becomes the eye, the center, all.
The river roars, the trees may bend,
Yet roots hold firm, they do not end.
So be the stone beneath the tide,
Unmoved, though waves may clash and chide.
A sparrow flits through fire and gale,
No thought of loss, no fear to wail.
It knows the sky will clear once more,
And so it flies, from shore to shore.
The world is loud with cry and fight,
Yet silence hums beneath the night.
A mind at rest, a heart set free,
Finds peace where none would think to be.
The thunder cracks, the voices rise,
A thousand truths, a web of lies.
But truth is not a fleeting sound—
It’s found in space, not noise around.
No past to chase, no future dread,
Just leaves that fall, the sky so red.
The moment now, so vast, so deep,
A place where even chaos sleeps.
So walk the fire, but fear it not,
Each ember burns, yet each is naught.
For all that rages, all that blinds,
Dissolves within the peaceful mind.
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