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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Line of enquiry: Instrumentalising mind, I rested thought employing it only when needed shifting to heart, I became self-taught gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded. Intellect and intuition are like a sword and shield. One cuts through darkness to bring clarity, the other is an internal compass protecting the lost. Both are formed polished, vigorous and gallant, but through the struggles of each battle, become ineffective when not revived. My mind plays like a piano and I am its pianist. When I sit upon the cliffs of doubt, it seems to be sleepwalking into a chaotic jungle of consciousness, where the symphony ignores the song sheet. I don't want my words to be forgotten. There is no reality in this reverie, so the soul yearns to be free, like a seagull soaring above stormy seas, towards a sapphire and ivory skyline. Sometimes skies can resemble fire, where flames appear too strong, so my internal wings seek refuge. To heal from the noise, I lose myself in the stillness of solitude. In my loneliness, ego screams, so I escape from this echo chamber, by starving it from unworthy self praise but if I do not love myself, who will love me? When dwelling upon the mountain of overthinking, my spirit is unable to adapt to the flutes of fate, but I ignore the provocation of poison. I listen to the musicality of my heart, releasing the strings of attachment. I burn myself to light up the blackness, composing lyrics from adversity's lessons. I am a metaphor for a star, touching the divine horizons, sparkling, but still learning from the 'see saw' emotions of my heart and mind. We are all carpenters in life, with different tools to master our minds, trying to control the outlook of our emotions. As rivers of wisdom integrate smoother, when we build bridges of compassion over them.
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