Decrypting the code
Is not life an unfinished game of chess,
where waking up from sleep, we continue
the game, attempting to clean up the mess
but the puzzle’s not something mind can sew,
unless we shift to heart, born there anew?
As an actor on stage, we play our role
but save in staid silence never feel whole,
because when thoughts rest, we reclaim soul’s light,
as our claim to fame all scriptures extol,
looking at the world afresh, with clear sight.
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