In the heart’s quiet chamber, whispers roam,
A selfish echo carving paths unknown.
The world outside fades, a distant hum,
As desires weave a veil, a self-made home.

Blind to the warmth that others bring,
The mirror reflects a solitary king.
Yet shadows dance, a haunting choir,
Singing tales of longing and desire.

In the garden of solitude, flowers bloom,
Nurtured by the selfish sun’s gleam.
Yet beneath the surface, roots entwine,
Seeking waters of connection, unseen and sublime.

Awake, oh heart, to the world outside,
Where kindness flows as oceans wide.
For in the giving, life finds its tune,
In selflessness, the heart finds room.