My Mind’s Home Alone
Journey Through the Sanctuary of the Self
In the sanctuary of my mind, a haven divine,
Solitude and wisdom in every line.
No hands to guide, no partners to share,
A mental abode, where thoughts declare.
Rooms of purpose, a tranquil retreat,
Wooden furnishings, where silence and thoughts meet.
Gardens surround, in floral grace,
A pond, a field, a sacred space.
Hills and mountains, a vista so grand,
A river’s embrace, a tranquil command.
A home of reflections, a sanctuary’s key,
In the depths of my mind, serenity.
A garden’s greeting, a dew-kissed insight,
In my living room, where wisdom takes flight.
Nature’s lessons, an endless yield,
In this haven of thoughts, my soul is stilled.