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🌌 The Madness of Control

“I must have it,” cries the grasping hand,
bending the world to a brittle demand.
But reality does not bow,
people will not always yield,
and God cannot be chained.

So the gap between dream and truth
widens like a wound—
filling with rage,
swelling with envy,
breaking into cruelty,
until even the mind shatters into madness.

Control births fragility—
the tighter the grip,
the swifter things slip away.

Lust for outcomes
breeds delusion—
a soul begins to live in shadows,
not in what is real.

Refusal of surrender
becomes a curse—
for those who cannot accept no
collapse when life dares whisper it.

But here—
a reversal waits like dawn:

When the hand releases,
peace returns.
When the heart no longer demands,
the storm dissolves.

Peace is not found in possession.
Peace is not found in conquest.
Peace lives only here:

✨ In freedom from the demand. ✨

The Art of Letting Go . . .