While the mind becomes entangled
in imagined puddles on the horizon,
the Soul, quietly, navigates
This makes me think of how the mind can become focused on small, minute problems (puddles on the horizon) that may or may not come to fruition.
During the mind’s focus on the small, fleeting collections of water, our Souls bravely navigate the entire oceans of our lives.
I ask myself- where should my focus be-
puddles or ocean?