Poem Hammering inside the head,No big things, just a mess of threads.I dare not underestimate…
Work of Mind

These days, I watch my mind at play,
Spinning false stories along the way,
I wait and tolerate my thoughts,
For not reacting I thank God.
I learn when to follow it and when not,
United with silence, still in heart.
No more confusion, no debate—
Just quiet peace, a steady state.
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