### The Overflowing Vessel

In the quiet cradle of the night,
Where shadows dance with the fading light,
There lies a truth, both soft and bold,
In rest, the heart finds treasures untold.

The world spins fast, a relentless race,
Yet in stillness, we discover grace.
For in the pause, the spirit breathes,
And from this silence, our purpose weaves.

To care for the self is not selfish pride,
But a sacred duty, a gentle guide.
When we replenish, our essence...