Reflections

  • Spinning

    Spinning Journal Entry: Reflection on bearings amidst changing landscapes Admission—to self, My thoughts spin in a tornado of unknowing, My actions in a state of paralysis, Understanding what I know, And that what I know is not enough. My ambitions, though possible, plague the spirit with how, In solitude, light forms, Buil I live in…

  • Motion

    Motion Journal Entry: Reflection on presence and self-awareness. In orbit, The very center—meaning, Purpose, Understanding— That the best of me is my contribution to life, And not merely mine.

  • The Prize

    The Prize Journal Entry Reflection: On meaning and purpose. Time is wealth— The luxuries of life are lost in the toil,That which we despise,The meaning is not found there, But then where? All that is love is in the fruit,With no time to enjoy its flesh,Bittersweet. Appetite now craving stuff—the consolation.

  • Grounded

    Grounded Journal Entry: Reflection on respect and self-governance. Respect cannot depend upon reciprocity. You will become a monster— To yourself long before anyone else. But to your aim, your beliefs— values and character— To yourself— That is the conviction.  

  • Distance

    Distance Journal Entry: Reflections on discernment and boundaries. The familiarity of self, All that is ever really known. Intimately aware of then— Now— And the assured trust in all that lies before. Who are you? The person that you say you are— Perhaps. But would you tell me otherwise? What would I believe then? In…

  • Impurity

    Impurity Journal Entry: Reflections on mental clarity. When your thoughts are tainted by what has crept in, There is reason and there is unreason, But what good does it do to carry the thoughts? To govern yourself with composure is to have authority of your thinking— Which precedes your actions. Acknowledge your lapse in governing,…

  • Solitude

    Solitude Journal Entry: Reflections on solitude as presence and practice. The contemplative inhalation— The weighted, anchored exhalation. This time, however brief, Is best without charade. But vulnerability and its nakedness can engulf with shame. Who cares to meet themselves unrobed