Salt it; vault it.
Preserve the best; toss the rest.
Experience is a vault, memory a salt.
The image we retain, bright gold in quartz’s grain.
Endings simplify; death completely declutters.
The mind mothballs our tattered memory halls.
Tie down all good; secure all virtue; launch into the storm.
Heal a body, it sickens again; mature a soul, it lasts forever.
Feed the ever-voyaging spirit; leave the body at the shore.
Assiduously harbor your successes; gently release your failures.
Let go the weak off-tempo beep; dance to psyche’s persistent suite.