We crave what’s out of reach, Forsaking freedom for the dream. Blind to treasures close, We chase the distant gleam. Ignoring what we own, For shadows we esteem.
The mind, a tool to drive our quest, Towards the goals we hold with zest. But once we reach that sought-for place, It’s time to yield and seek heart’s grace.
To heal, we open hearts anew, Like finding doctors who’ll see us through. In trust, we must surrender whole, For healing comes with letting go.
Hold not back, nor wander far, For wisdom’s found right where you are.
