Where Tales Are Woven
In the realm of thoughts, where tales are woven,
Decisions are made, as the day is cloven.
A memory of what was, a vision of what’s in store,
In the mind’s grand hall, we often explore.
But what if we let the old door close,
And quiet the mind, in its verbose prose?
What if we let the decisions cease,
And welcome the moment, in tranquil peace?
No longer held by our own narration,
Freed from the labyrinth of contemplation.
In the quiet, a new chapter begins,
A tale of serenity that always wins.
Release the tale, let it take flight,
Into the boundless realm of the moonlit night.
In the silence, heed the heart’s gentle plea,
In the hush, just be.
In the calm, the mind finds rest,
Free from the race to be the best.
No longer tethered by time or space,
In the now, find your grace.
The tale is gone, the mind is bright,
At this moment, there’s no fright.
The heart pulses on, the spirit soars,
In the silence, find your shores.
So close the tale, let it drift away,
Welcome the silence, let it sway.
In the hush, a new chapter unfolds,
A tale of peace that never grows old.
