The Mind keeps watch beside the market gate,
With scales of doubt and ledgers thin and dry;
It counts each breath, consults the book of fate,
And trembles when the dust of loss drifts by.
Its wisdom coils like snake in measured ground,
Safe in the shade of reason's guarded wall,
Afraid to hear the reed's uncharted sound
That calls the soul to leap—and lose it all.
But in the Heart, the altar lights are lit—
No locks, no keys, no fear of breaking law;
Here pain is poured as wine, and drunk as bliss,
And wounds become the door we pass before.
O Mind, step down—let thinking fall apart:
One cup of Love outweighs your whole estate.
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