No deed born of a fractured, warring mind,
Can weave the peace all restless souls must find.
But hearts laid bare-curious, brave, and sure-
Unlatch the gates where ancient truths endure.

To truly hear, the clamoring mind must still,
No urge to judge, resist, or bend to will.
For listening is neither to accept nor deny,
But to transform closed minds to an open, starlit sky.

When thought transcends the doctrines that confine,
The spirit sheds its chains and dares to shine,
Embracing self and world as one design,
A cosmic dance where stars and souls align.

For understanding blossoms when self is whole,
Not from the fragments struggling for control.
Tranquility wells from love’s unfathomed sea,
Unveiling truths that set the spirit free.

Though shadows lengthen, and the wild winds cry,
And nature falters ‘neath an injured sky,
Within this darkness, resilient seeds take hold,
From ashen grief, a vibrant tale shall unfold.

With gentle, humble hands, we nurture life’s rebirth,
Honoring her ancient wisdom and boundless worth.
When selfless acts become our guiding art,
The wounded soul finds solace in the heart.