Eyes closed Content Is eyes open Freedom Joy independent Of scenery Is fulfillment In every step
I help busy people do inner work.
Eyes closed Content Is eyes open Freedom Joy independent Of scenery Is fulfillment In every step
I am forever A seed planter Burying potential in the endless mud Of our collective mind Some will grow Many will die What comes to be Isn’t for me to judge or define I am not sun I am not nutrients I am not water I am forever a seed planter What’s planted In the mud Of your mind Is for the elements Of your life To nurture or decline
The spirit has no age And yet is shackled To the age we tell it to act From the people who tell it to us From the people who told it to them From the people who made it up The spirit has no age Let it roam free To be as it may— Age-free and un-trapped.
What lies between Stranger and friend Is one singular question Asked with the right intent
What we pay for in attention We purchase in identity What we consume by choice We create from inevitably The person we see today Is a byproduct of yesterday And who we'll be tomorrow Is paid in full each day—invariably
Oftentimes, taking care of others looks a lot like taking care of yourself.