Journal
A daily journal in the life of I–battles of self, surrender, and purpose
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Today, I will ride my bike
I look forward to riding my bike today. I haven’t had one in a while. Instead I’ve been skinning my knees for years traveling here and there by foot and on board. My knees are tired now. And I look for easier ways to go about my day. Usually, I’d…
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It’s evening and I didn’t forget
Instead, I thought about you each new hour. It’s Saturday and it’s calm. What are you doing? Reading this from far away coasts or doors down the street. Both My Love and Haku sit inches away from eachother, playing in their own worlds. I watch from mine. I imagine you’re…
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Tell them to stop packing us like sheep!
It doesn’t matter where you are in the world, it’s all the same. Different people, different languages; it’s all the same. Give us your money. Give us your life. Give us your family. Give us your light, they chant and hum. They’re packing us; packing us like sheep. Covering our…
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Are you still around?
I’m running in darkness calling out your name, listening for a response back. The black space that continues to fill the air fumes of acrylic paint. There, I see myself pouring grease over my own head as my eye lids struggle to open. It is my own doing. And so,…
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Have you started your quest?
I think the moment one inquires about their True Nature and who they really are, is the moment the quest really begins. The journey to self-realization is not about seeking. It is about remembering. Many of those on the spiritual path consider themselves “seekers”. I think my seeking stopped when…