[Intro]
Whispered winds and patient dawns, I sit where acacia shadows fall.
A calm old heart keeps watch above the mind, listening to the quiet call.
[Verse 1]
Breath like rustling leaves, steady and slow,
I tend the garden inside where small thoughts grow.
Not chase, not boast, just be here now,
In stillness, I hear the quiet vow.
[Chorus]
Watch the mind like weather through a timeless window,
Let each moment settle, gentle and hollow.
Peace is the practice of returning home,
To the breath that carries us, softly and slow.
[Verse 2]
Ebb and flow, the inner tide drums light,
I cradle one thought, then set it right.
The present is a doorstep, plain and true,
Step by step, I meet the moment’s hue.
[Chorus]
Watch the mind like weather through a timeless window,
Let each moment settle, gentle and hollow.
Peace is the practice of returning home,
To the breath that carries us, softly and slow.
[Bridge]
Under the acacia, shadows blend with stars,
Wisdom grows in patience, free of scars.
Small truths rise like seeds in prayerful soil,
Quiet strength waking, richness undespoiled.
[Chorus]
Watch the mind like weather through a timeless window,
Let each moment settle, gentle and hollow.
Peace is the practice of returning home,
To the breath that carries us, softly and slow.
[Outro]
So I hum the present, a simple tune:
Mindful breaths beneath the listening moon.
