Guarding Gates
Truth imbibed, a steady stream,
awaits the mind to chase the dream.
We feel it settle in our bones,
a whispered truth the soul has known.
In time dissolved, where stillness waits,
meditation guards the gates.
Through silent thoughts, the echoes call,
revealing what we’ve known through all
Copyright © Luke Liversidge | Year Posted 2025
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