The Mind’s Whisper
Atop the summit of the self, beyond the reach of earthly wealth,
Lies the chakra of pure thought, Sahasrara, the lotus sought.
A thousand petals it does hold, in its violet light, bold.
Self-confidence, a virtue true, humility's gentle hue,
In this chakra find their grace, against pride's fall from grace.
Yet beware the extremes, of ego's dreams and self-denial's schemes.
For in the crown's silent might, the Hermetic thoughts alight,
As the universe is mind, in its vast expanse, we find.
The balance here we seek, in the strong and in the meek.
So let the crown's wisdom shine, with confidence divine,
And guard against the pride, and the selfless tide.
For in Sahasrara's glow, our highest selves we know.
In mentalism's grand design, the Hermetic sign,
"As within, so without," the sages opine.
The crown chakra's silent plea, with balance's decree,
In the dance of life, our minds are free.
