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“Sand trickled through my toes like an hourglass timer, reminding me from my toes to my head near my nose, that life is short and fickle, so look up from your feet where the sand does tickle.
Surrender your heart and your desires, a glorious paradox in letting go, it’s like new air for your tyres.
Your mind is busy with pointless worries,
Like fading image, wealth and blinding thoughts like leaves thrown at you in a flurry.
Yet even leaves understand time and seasons better than I,
So I’ll try and let go and understand when to fight, laugh or cry.
This moonrise, haze and shimmer,
This moment and light will soon grow dimmer.
So lift your head from your phone, maybe even turn it off,
Don’t be grey and dull like a moth.
Turn your thoughts and eyes to where there is treasure,
Your mind and YOU have worth and love beyond measure.” - o.j.siebel #notestothyself #lighthouseletters