Detach to heal – Ketu whispers wisdom

Ketu whispers soft, a fading trace. Detachment calls, in empty space. We seek release, from earthly hold. And find our peace, as stories told. Illusions fade, a misty dream. We break the chains, it would seem. Regrets arise, a silent plea. We find our strength, eternally free. We hold on loose, to what’s unknown. And find our truth, forever sown. Can we embrace, this fading light? And find our peace, in endless night? Or are we bound, to wander on? A melancholy soul, but never gone.

The mind’s a stage, where shadows flee. And detachment’s art, sets us free. We seek to grasp, a fleeting grace. To find our peace, in time and space. Yet every hold, it slips away. And leaves us calm, another day. Can we release the need to claim? And find a solace, beyond all blame? Or are we destined to remain? In this peaceful, silent reign.

The whispers of a fading dream. Where detachment’s wisdom, starts to gleam. We seek to find, a distant shore. And chase the echoes, evermore. Yet every loss, it sets us free. And grants us peace, eternally. Can we find solace, in the void? And break the chains, that were deployed? Or are we destined, to endure?