The cup stays half full,
not from lack, but from knowing
how thirst can deceive.
Balance is a quiet flame
that warms without burning down.
Measured breath returns,
desire softens into calm.
Enough is enough.
In the middle path we find
peace that excess never knows.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 6:04 AM UTC
The cup stays half full,
not from lack, but from knowing
how thirst can deceive.
Balance is a quiet flame
that warms without burning down.
Measured breath returns,
desire softens into calm.
Enough is enough.
In the middle path we find
peace that excess never knows.
A reflection on balance and restraint—where wisdom teaches that true peace is found not in excess, but in the quiet harmony of enough.
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