I write this as if I can see you—
clearly, gently—
in the quiet of my mind’s eye.
I remember being 18, seeking freedom.
Drawn to Buddhist texts.
Feeling suffering inside,
but not yet knowing how to ease it.
I had no teacher.
So I let life guide me.
Meditation, I learned,
is the practice of tending to the heart.
A daily return to stillness.
We soften.
We become less reactive.
Our calm becomes a refuge—
not only for us,
but for others.
Over time, we see our flaws differently—
not as permanent,
but passing.
Like clouds in an open sky.
This is where transformation begins.
The fastest path forward?
Humility.
A quiet willingness
to keep learning.
The Struggle of Consciousness
(the path expands)
When your mind feels chaotic or tired—
remember your place in time.
We are part of a story
that stretches back eons.
Humanity stands between
despair and wonder.
Between self-destruction…
and self-liberation.
Meditation is not for fame,
not for profit,
not for ego.
It is for freedom.
And from that freedom
comes a deeper wish:
That no being should suffer.
This is the heart of the practice.
This is the path forward—
for us, and for the world.
May we evolve with tenderness.
With wisdom.
With love.
Together.