Putting all heart and soul, Pouring every ounce of energy whole, Toiling through night and day, Building wealth and fame along the way.
Thinking it was all for them, You turn, expecting the same respect to stem. But find neglect, a painful surprise, Wounding your mood, wounding your pride.
It’s you who forgot the truth inside: Your journey is yours alone to guide. Be there, be present, be at it strong— That is your work, where you belong.
Thoughts and feelings kept inside, No one knows, and none can steal. But when they flow to words outside, All can know and all can feel.
When words transform to actions bold, You experience, and all bear witness. Yet when thoughts, words, and deeds don’t hold, Hollow becomes the self’s own fitness.
Be congruent, align in stride, Be the one on life’s joy ride. For life’s journey is not to miss, Each moment’s a chance for bliss.
A mirror holds no face, no sight, It waits in silence, still as night. And when it speaks, it softly shows, Not its own, but what it knows— The soul that stands before its glass, The “other” that it lets pass.
