Reflections of the Heart
In my mind, I ponder,
thinking deeply, feeling countless things—
what will become of this tiny heart?
Among the people I speak,
words flowing, yet hidden in my lips,
what harm is there in holding the heart wide?
If I cannot give to anyone,
or fail to help another,
I reflect repeatedly,
observing myself, understanding—
if intentions are good, all is well.
By being, by living,
who can become truly great?
No comparison exists for this soul.
By giving, by sharing,
one may touch the heights of the sky,
but where else is such joy in giving?
The one who leads with the heart at its pinnacle,
can conquer the entire world.
Moment by moment I realize,
by understanding, teaching others,
the fruits of good deeds are always good.
4 Bhadra, 1424 — D.C. Road,
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