A Beautiful Poem on Love, Self-Worth, and Solitude



God, my alone feels so good, but lately I’ve craving something more, something deeper
I want love
But not just any kind of Love, no,
I want a love so deep it’d make the ocean jealous.
But I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude. You must love me for everything I’m worth and then some.
Start with my eyes, look into them like you want to know all the good, bad, and anything beyond. From my eyes go to my mind, love me for everything I know and love me just as much to teach me what I do not.
Hold me in your arms, and love me for everything I am, from my breasts to my thighs, and even the scars that others have left behind
But tell me if you’re not up for it…Not that you don’t want me but rather you can’t handle me.
And please don’t say, “I won’t be like those other dudes and break your heart.”
You see my solitude has always been sweet, and during that time I learned to love myself before I could learn to love anyone else.
Give me the love that I’ve been craving, make the ocean jealous. Fall for my eyes without knowing me just yet
And then kiss me like you want to be loved just as much
Remember that I want to be loved as deep as the ocean, but remember that I am like the ocean
I can slip through your fingers, but manage to hold up an army of ships
Kiss me, hold me, love me, but tell me if you’re not up for it
I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude

Pithy Post Potpourri – Winter/Spring 2018

If you and your partner(s) can’t both reliably access a state of awakened awareness beyond the ordinary sense of self then any exploration of non-monogamy will inevitably lead to an increase in pain and suffering.


When you lose your cool, when you get triggered do you tell yourself to raise your game and live up to a higher standard?

Or do you justify why it was okay to lose your cool and ascribe fault to other people and external circumstances?

This is one of the key regular decisions that separates the extraordinary humans from the ordinary.

I love my morning meditation view so much.

There is a reason yogis go to the mountaintop.

The sparkling, harmonious, blissful, spacious, luminous nature of reality is unassailably clear.

People who don’t utilize the tool of debt and credit in their life have been afflicted by a false sense of lack.

They lack sufficient belief in themselves.

And they lack a willingness to invest in themselves for the long run and to bet on themselves.

The question for analyzing whether debt and credit is worth utilizing is very simple:

Can you create more value, faster with the money you are loaned than the interest rate you are given?

One of the worst decisions the masculine can make is to seek comfort.

The masculine grows through setting big goals, pushing to exhaustion and then savoring accomplishment in the recovery phase before setting a new bigger goal that lies beyond the new expanded comfort zone.

From the higher perspective there is no such thing as rejection.

There is just energy jostling around trying to find its way into proper alignment.

From the higher perspective there is no such thing as failure.

There is just feedback about what needs to be improved and recalibrated.

Black Panther was so much better than the Last Jedi.

Plot and Story Arc.

Character Development & Consistency.

Visual Effects.

Empowering portrayal of Cultural Minorities.

…the script for Luke Skywalker was particularly terrible…acting like someone who was never a Jedi

…so many of the Star Wars characters felt like forced affirmative action plays rather than authentic casting.

…One disappointing feature of the Wakandan’s was that for being so technologically and culturally advanced in many dimensions, they still had an Ethnocentric Worldview when looking to the outside world, opining about how to help downtrodden and oppressed blacks around the world rather than how to help downtrodden and oppressed humans with their technological prowess.

All for now. No time to be a detailed movie critic.

I am currently reading the Life Divine by Sri Aurobindo.

Who else has read it?

My personal website is titled In Quest of Super Humanity and I’m coming to see how my intuitive guidance has been (previously unbeknownst to me) plugged into the same source as Aurobindo’s, especially with respect to his articulation of the Supermind and its Divine Unfolding through Humanity’s Involutionary Process.

Your body is an instrument that the Consciousness of your Soul learns to play.

An Evolved Soul is therefore a masterful musician.

Back on my own again and restarting my cooking skills after 2 years of dormancy.

Immediately noticing a shift in my relationship to food preparation as I’ve deepened my relationship to the fundamentally universal nature of subtle energy in all things.

Succinct infographic of a lot of misguided class warfare and anti-wealth sentiment from the Liberal Left.


Books I Read in 2017 // Do You Have Recommendations for 2018?

As 2017 comes to a close I was taking inventory of the books I’ve read this year.

All of the ones I read were pretty great and I would highly recommended them.

What are some of your favorite books that you read this year?


1) Unbeatable Mind: Forge Resiliency and Mental Toughness to Succeed at an Elite Level by Mark Divine (H/T to @Daniel Schmachtenberger for the recommendation)

2) The Precious Treasury of Pith Instructions (The Seven Treasuries Series) by Longchen Rabjam (A core text in the Buddhist Dzogchen lineage)

3) The Dark Challenge by Nick Scott Ram (A lord of the rings style allegory of the battle between light and dark in the universe. Fiction that is much closer to reality than you might think.)

4) The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma by Bessel van der Kolk M.D.

5) The Everything and the Nothing by Meher Baba

6) The Divided Mind by John E. Sarno

7) Hillbilly Elegy: A Memoir of a Family and Culture in Crisis by J.D. Vance

8) The Inevitable: Understanding the 12 Technological Forces That Will Shape Our Future by Kevin Kelly

9) The Road to Ruin: The Global Elites’ Secret Plan for the Next Financial Crisis by Jim Rickards

10) Answers by Mother Meera

11) Trump and a Post-Truth World by Ken Wilber

12) The Accelerating TechnOnomic Medium (ATOM) by Kartik Gada

The Old Soul’s Lonely Walk

‪#‎TBT‬ : I just found a poem I wrote when I was 15.

I don’t think I ever shared this one with anyone.

When I occasionally dig into my journals from the past, I am struck by how much I am living almost exactly the life I saw before myself as a kid and teenager.

I often forget what my inner world was like when I was much younger and reading this poem this morning tickled my feeling of fate. As if my life is merely the construction of a blueprint set before birth. With my greatest strength born in its faith and my deepest depression born in its doubt.

“Man is supposed to be the maker of his destiny. It is only partly true. He can make his destiny, only in so far as he is allowed by the Great Power.”
– Mahatma Gandhi



I am picky
…I am left to solitude
I am enlightened
…I am a precocious phony
I am smart
…I am condescending
I am gregarious
…I am annoying
I am stoical
…I am boring
I am quixotic
…I am a know-it-all
I am left ephemeral glimpses of success
While I combat the next failure
In triumph I only find misery
Daunting as they become increasingly harder
Confusion as to how they arose
How am I not myself?
I try desperately to rip a whole in the blanket of normality
Sickened that the only way is to stand on its shoulders
I climb alone
Lost on a journey looking for companionship
So demanding is society to fit the mold of public acceptance
Betrayal to become it, loss of identity
Enjoying being trapped in the box
Scornfully staring at the few who dare to challenge
The sky is the limit
But to those in the box the limit is the ceiling, no more than six feet above their head
Left to drown in my solitude
I must accept it or conform to what I hate
A world of hypocrisy
A mind taught not to think for itself
An enjoyable outcome is hard to come by when you must invent it yourself
Exhaustion clouds my thoughts and ideals
A try to mix and match in a world of black white
I am a blurry haze to the colorblind
I am a contradiction of love and hate
My idiosyncrasies are used for leverage to knock me down and boast normality
A gap is created
One I do not enjoy
I search for a middle ground but find only empty space
Floating in nothingness I find peace
Short lived for I find I am bored
Lost for words I cannot express my feelings
I am stuck looking for hope
Seeing signs of happiness though fleeting
I find myself chasing my tail
Repeating yet not knowing why
As do other I crave though others
But unlike many I crave two different worlds
And yet I can have neither
Its have if people can see straight through me and not see sincerity
Yet being completely oblivious to any realization why
And I am left with the word “No”
And a trail of foot steps leading off into the distance

A Rap About Sticking Your Neck Out

Here’s another little experiment:

I turned one of my statuses into a rap.

I’d love to learn a little more music theory as it was hard for me to figure out how to match lyrical flow with the beat with anything other than uniform regularity.

Why did I make this?

It’s cross training for my voice and ego.

Writing, speaking, singing, rapping and putting oneself out there in a variety of formats is great cross training for my impending future.
Just so it’s clear, in poetic outlook
I get a lot of shit for how I show up on Facebook
The effect grates on me like I’m preparing to cook
You think I’m talking wrong but it’s not in the good book

The wear and tear is not easy to bear
But I will not quit and send a flare into the air
Because heaven blessed me when I slept in its lair
You’re the slow and steady Tortoise and I’m the boastful Hare

But this time I will not sleep in the middle
I’m too hungry now and your heart is too little
I lapped you in the race and you’re my lovely second fiddle
We’re One Ocean dawg and you’re just a smaller ripple

I will not die a death of a thousand cuts
All y’all come at me and slice me in the gut
Everytime I’m knocked down I keep getting up
You can’t chain me down because I give zero fucks

Social Media Neck Out

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Just so it’s clear, in poetic outlook…

I’ve received a lot shit for my writing on Facebook

The effect is grating, like a chef preparing to cook

It wears on me a little bit, Disappoints me a little bit, Hurts me a little bit

But I will not quit

I will not die a death of a thousand cuts

I am molding myself into a Warrior who can get stabbed in the gut

And still walk with an indomitable strut

I welcome the opportunity of intensifying the feeling

Of trying to get pushed off my life purpose

Like hooking a shark with a fishing pole, you’re not strong enough, keep reeling

I understand how people let their friends, family and a myriad of social pressures

Compel them back to “acceptable behavior” and conventional measures

How one chooses to react to my writing style reveals a lot about our connection

I urge you now to make your self-selection

Because my flame will only continue to burn brighter

When my temperature inevitably goes higher

Do you want to run away or hold me tighter?

Do we resonate? Are you we in it for the long haul? Are you in or you out?

If we’re not aligned, make it clear now

So I can conserve my precious water and turn right on the spout

Or drink my water, hold my hand and let’s let out a scream and a shout

And show the whole world what the fuck we’re about