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.