The one that refuses to apologizeThat demands that people revere you.That insists on its own way.That is impatient for your turn to speak in a conversation,That repeats all your flaws loudlyThat routinely provides evidence of your inadequacy.What has that little voiceEver gotten you in this life?Why do you defend its existence?Why do you tolerate its […]Read more "What has that little voice ever gotten you in this life?"
The mind has this pernicious tendencyTo pour cement around our weakest momentsIn an attempt to immortalize themAs if to lay the foundation of a monumentTo who we will always beAs though it were our greatest benefitTo be anchored to our lowest points in this life,Forever bound to our mistakes.Or maybe the wet cement is hurledAt […]Read more "Pouring cement"
Into the new week.Last Monday doesn’t have toCast a shadow on this one.The emotional baggageOf failed conversations.Poorly done tasks,And strained relationshipsCan take a steady tollOn your mental health,Melting the weeksInto a multi-episode dramaOf low-grade anxiety and fatigueThat coalesce to form aGrey and formless sludge.Go gently into the new week.Put away the boxing glovesAnd stop the […]Read more "Go gently"
Its strangeBut its true.Not every feelingNot every thoughtIs who you really are.Or at least,Who you always have to be.Our mental landscapeIs in part given to usAnd in part made by us-The series of narrativesThat you have become so accustomed toAre not necessarily the whole of who you are.The scenes in your mindDon’t always have to […]Read more "You are not your thoughts"
What is it about the human experienceThat so many of us seek numbness?Continuously looking for an escape from our reality?Hunting for distractionsAs an essential resource,Reaching for somethingAnythingTo take us somewhere,AnywhereBut here.Anesthesia, it seems,Is the drug of choiceFor our generation,On our grand pursuit of happiness-Even if it can only be foundIn the temporary, makeshiftWorlds of forgetfulness, […]Read more "Numb"
Is a peculiar hinterlandOf wonders and horrors,Facts and fantasiesWhere human consciousness residesAnd personality is incubated-Animating our beingInterpreting our reality,Making us human.Many of us have found great canyons there:The birthplace of ambitionThe genesis of great endeavorThe vastness of joy and love.And at the same time some of usHave found dungeons more confining thanAny man-made prison:Trapped by […]Read more "The space between our ears"
The parts of our humanity that people can seeAre often not the partsOf greatest sifnificance,They won’t make it onto social mediaAnd are easily misunderstoodBut they are anchors for your soulTrusted landmarks for your mind-Things likeDeep contentmentHabitual forgivenessSlowness to judge andFinding freedom in beautiful constraints.The internal flexIs the soul-deep habitOf prioritising the healthOf our inner worldsEven […]Read more "Internal Flex"
Joy,Unlike milkIsn’t so greatWhen its skimmed.Its like trading inA queen for a pawn,Choosing a careerOver choosing a life,Putting together experiencesBut never quite coming alive,When your diaryHas little spaceFor actual enjoymentOf a given season,But plenty of timeFor complaining about it.Joy helps us savour the daysAnd gives colour to the moments,Joy should not be skimmed-Not light and […]Read more "Skimming Joy"
Is often the hardest thing to say.It takes up so much real estateIn your mind, yetYou’ve become accustomedTo suppressing it,Brushing it off,Kicking the can down an endless road,Only to find that the you’re kicking itDeeper into your psyche,Where its taking rootAnd changing your mental landscape.And though the wordsMay never be found on your lips,They speak […]Read more "The thing you most need to say"
Must the song play All the way to the end In order to be beautiful? Must every person you meet Approve of you In order for you to feel worthwhile? Must every one of your desires Have been accomplished For your life to have mattered? How out of reach is contentment? Many of our symphonies […]Read more "Unfinished Symphonies"