My House

My mind is a spirit palace, vast enough to hold the universe, yet my favorite part is the cosy cottage at the core.

My reptile brain is the boiler room, keeping the basic functions running. It is easy to take that part for granted unless it stops working.

On the first floor, my mammalian brain is either chewing on the bone of what has been done and needs doing, or feeling experiences in a pool of emotions. This is where I make the most messes.

On the second floor, I dance between visions and logic. This is the floor where I get things done.

My house becomes a home when I make it welcoming with kind thoughts and mindful upkeep.

While I invite countless guests into my home, I am the only one who can ever really live here, and even I am just passing through.

May I feel comfortable and at ease in my home.


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