The mind, a soul's playmate, a transient guide.
One instant an ally, the next a tempest ride.
Its beauty can entice, so handle it carefully, like a delicate dream.
To prevent it from straying too far from you, tether it gently.
But keep your focus always, for you must return to your soul.

It lies within your heart; do not look for the treasure of peace elsewhere. You'll discover it if you seek.

of how things used to be,
I want to say
come back

so constant is the lapping shore of change