In the quiet corners of the soul's deep well
Lies a question that echoes, a story to tell
Is it selfish to nurture the self, to care?
Or is it wisdom, a truth we should dare?
To fill your own cup, to tend to your needs
Is it a selfish act, or a planting of seeds?
For how can you give, how can you share
If your own spirit is worn, threadbare?
The world whispers softly, "Give more, give all"
But what if in giving, you stumble and fall?
To care for oneself is not to be vain
It's to gather your strength, to dance in the rain
True selfishness lies not in self-care
But in neglecting the self, in despair
For when you are whole, when you are bright
You can shine on others, a guiding light
In the balance of giving and taking, we find
A harmony, a peace, a love that's kind
To fill your own cup is not to be cold
But to ensure your warmth, your heart of gold
So tend to your garden, let your spirit grow
For in nurturing yourself, your love will flow
And in the end, when your cup overflows
You'll have more to give, more love to show
True selfishness is not in self-care
But in forgetting the self, in the wear and tear
So, fill your own cup, let it brim with grace
And share your abundance, your radiant embrace
In the dance of life, in the ebb and flow
To care for oneself is to truly know
That in loving yourself, you love others more
A truth, a wisdom, a love to explore
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