In the quiet heart, intentions play,
Unseen by eyes, but clear as day.
The Universe listens, subtle and wise,
To the truths we hold, not the guise.
Karma blooms from seeds of thought,
In the garden where our deeds are wrought.
True intent, a beacon bright,
Guides the soul through darkest night.
Hearts cannot lie to cosmic ears,
The whispers loud, the silence clears.
Intentions pure bring peace and light,
While shadows fall on hearts contrite.
Each action born from silent will,
Echoes far, a ripple still.
In life’s vast, eternal sea,
Karma weaves our destiny.
So let your heart be pure and true,
For what you give will come to you.
The Universe, in balance grand,
Holds your fate within its hand.
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