Obsessed with it all That’s why I won’t settle Not until every nook And every cranny Of every day Is composed of moments I can’t wait to recall
I help busy people do inner work.
Obsessed with it all That’s why I won’t settle Not until every nook And every cranny Of every day Is composed of moments I can’t wait to recall
A tall blade of grass Looks down upon A sea of green blades Some bigger Some thinner Some pointed Some flat Some darker Some lighter What a shame That in a sea of green That’s what is seen
Their success Isn’t your loss Their beauty Isn’t your flaw Their knowledge Isn’t your ignorance Their profit Isn’t your business Stop using them To benchmark yours Live and let live And stop keeping score
Understand who you are By writing down Everything you are not And never want to be Let each list item Act as a guardrail That turns vast landscape Into paved and pointed roadway
How can you say someone is beautiful If you haven’t yet Peered past the cover Of their book?
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