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There is a picture of the thinking person that most of us carry without ever choosing it. The figure is alone. The room is dark, or if not dark then grey, lit by a single lamp. The face is serious, a little tired, set against the world rather than turned toward it. To think, in…
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A regular Thursday in Amsterdam taught me everything. A walk along the river, a conversation about the future, a wheat flower I didn’t expect to find, and the quiet realisation that the most beautiful thing I could do is simply be myself. This is that afternoon, and the poem it became.
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The deepest part of me is my longing for you. Deeper than my biggest questions. Stronger than my fears. I was twenty one when I first fell in love and I thought that was the end of the story. I was wrong. It was only the beginning of learning what love actually costs.
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Day 154 of 2026. The current of life swept me all over the place. It took me a while to find my footing again, only I didn’t become grounded. I found my momentum by learning to let go and flow with the tide of life. Surrender and openness are the secrets to joy. They always…
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For a long time I thought I had to find an identity or a philosophy to hold in my poetry. I got obsessed with this and fell into a trap. It distracted me from why I became a poet in the first place. The reality is that being a poet doesn’t mean struggling to hold…
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A poet is someone who has woken up to the great secret: that life is all about living in the moment. The enemy of poetry is overthinking, ego and identity obsession, and disconnection from the moment. The game of life is to avoid them. When you live in the moment, your heart, mind and soul…
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My Story There was a moment that changed everything for me. I was moved by Rumi’s poetry, and in that instant I realized that poetry has the power to move us in ways nothing else can. Words on a page could touch the heart, lift the spirit, and open a door to meaning. That was…
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How we can find Joy in our lives!
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Love moves through me first in my heart. It pierces, it squeezes, and it spreads through my entire body. Sometimes it is heavy, almost unbearable, yet even in that weight, my heart feels alive. All of me feels alive. This love does not ask for anything. It does not plead or demand. It simply dominates…
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(Check the bottom of this blog post for the full list) 47 Books, One Year, and the Brutal Beauty of the Human ConditionIn 2025, I read forty-seven books. Not because I wanted a number, or to impress anyone, but because I was searching. Searching for understanding, searching for answers, searching for something that could help…
