Meditation is not a sanctuary; it is a siege. You come to the cushion expecting a spiritual aesthetic, a quiet mind, and the sudden dignity of a monk ... Read more
Meditation is not a sanctuary; it is a siege.
The Ultimate Currency
When discipline is no longer an abstract concept. Reality hits hard when you realise that money is not the ultimate. Discipline is. Money is merely ... Read more
The Voice in the One-Way Street
Time went by, and I ran, and I ran again. Circled in a one-way street, before a voice said: You ain't gotta run no more. Back then I slept on the flo ... Read more
Soul on the Run
Soul on the run, Keeps a hand on a gun. It can't trust anyone. Not the silence of the night, Nor the noise of the crowd. Every shadow is a suspect. E ... Read more
The Blinding Light
We run into the blinding light. In anguish, we struggle through the past and future, As the present weeps for us. The "HIGH" will only conceal it; Th ... Read more
Foreigner in My Own Skin
How long will you be a foreigner in your own skin? It was the year of 1990, A foolish boy in oversized blue shorts, Legs so gray from dust and fun ... Read more