Posted in philosophical musings

Beyond a Name

If you had to change your name, what would your new name be?

If I had to change my name, I’d stall,
For names don’t hold my truth at all.
I am not a word the world can claim,
But breath and being, beyond a name.

Posted in reflections

Lessons in Ink

List three books that have had an impact on you. Why?

“The Joy of Living” taught me to breathe,
That peace is found beneath each heave.


“The Alchemist” whispered, “Trust the way,”
For dreams will guide if hearts obey.


“The Book of Awakening” turned each day new,
With truths both quiet and boldly true.


Each book a mirror, gentle and wise,
Helping me see with clearer eyes.

Posted in nature, reflections

Essence

Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.

I walk barefoot when the world feels loud,
On soil that doesn’t wear a shroud.
A simple act, a sacred thread,
That tethers me to peace instead.

It’s not escape, nor grand delight,
Just morning light and grounded flight.
One breath, one step, one heartbeat near
Joy lives quietly, always here.

Posted in reflections

Plugged In, Peacefully

How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to mak loe it happen?

I don’t unplug to find my peace,
No clutter comes to claim it with ease.
I choose where I connect, I steer,
Plug in with purpose, calm and clear.

Posted in reflections

Shaped by Moments

What jobs have you had?

I’ve been a leaf upon the breeze,
A seeker sailing silent seas.
A voice within another’s doubt,
A lantern when the stars went out.

Shaped dreams in hands both kind and true,
Then bowed as life unveiled the new.
No office walls, no nameplate brass,
Just moments shaped in dew and glass.

Not tasks alone, but calls I heed,
Each one a whisper wrapped in need.
For what is “job” but soul in play,
Learning to serve in its own way?

Posted in Perspective, poetic musings, poetry and reflection

The Sacred Thread

Do you practice religion?

I walk not bound by name or rite,
But bow to truth, to love, to light.
In breath and stillness, I often find,
A sacred thread that frees the mind.

No walls or labels where I kneel,
Just presence, grace, and what I feel.