In the temple of the self, a discourse unfurls,
Where body, mind, and soul converge and swirls,
In the chamber of being, where whispers reside,
The dance of existence, our eternal guide.
The body speaks in whispers of flesh,
Of sensations felt, in every mesh,
It craves the touch of earthly delight,
Yet yearns for more, beyond mere sight.
The mind, a labyrinth of thought's embrace,
Weaves intricate patterns, in time and space,
It seeks to unravel the mysteries untold,
In the fabric of consciousness, it unfolds.
But the soul, ah, the soul, a silent flame,
Beyond the realms where names are named,
It whispers truths, from realms unseen,
In the quiet depths, where love convenes.
The body cries for pleasure's embrace,
The mind for knowledge, to conquer space,
But the soul, in its wisdom, knows the way,
To merge the trinity, in the light of day.
So let us heed the call, of body, mind, and soul,
As they weave their tales, to make us whole,
In the symphony of existence, let us find our role,
And journey inward, to the depths of our soul.