Tag: self-awareness

  • The Quiet Geometry of Distance

    The Quiet Geometry of Distance

    Sometimes stepping back is not an act of loss but an act of alignment. In creating distance from negativity, we make room for calm, clarity, and the kind of connections that nourish rather than drain us. This poem traces the quiet inner journey from emotional noise to expansive peace, where choosing who surrounds you becomes…

  • What Makes a Good Leader?

    What Makes a Good Leader?

    I once believed leadership was a voice that arrived first, certain and unafraid of echo. But the river taught me otherwise— that direction is often found by listening, that strength can be quiet, and that those who guide well leave behind not footsteps, but light others can follow. #Leadership #ReflectivePoetry #InnerJourney #Wisdom #PebbleGalaxy

  • Beyond Ego and Expectation: The Quiet Freedom Within

    Beyond Ego and Expectation: The Quiet Freedom Within

    I release the need to rush. The world turns without my pushing, and the sun rises whether or not I plan its light. So I trade my ambition for attention, my fear for faith, and I find myself lighter than I have ever been. #FreeVersePoetry #Mindfulness #LettingGo #InnerPeace #PoeticHealing #SpiritualGrowth #PositiveEnergy #SelfAwareness #BalanceWithin #PeaceOfMind #EgoRelease…

  • Today Is the Day

    Today Is the Day

    Today is the day—not tomorrow, not someday. The light does not wait for you to be ready; it simply arrives. So rise, and claim the space where your purpose has been waiting. #TodayIsTheDay #GoodMorningThoughts #PurposeAndProgress #MindfulMoments #PoeticMotivation #FreeVerse #PersonalGrowth #MorningPoetry #InspirationDaily #AwakenYourPotential #PoetOfPurpose #RiseAndShine

  • Share Five Things I’m Good At 

    Share Five Things I’m Good At 

    I’m good at listening. Not the kind that fills silence with words, but the kind that holds space— quiet as the pause between heartbeats, soft as a shadow folding itself beneath the sky.I listen to what is spoken, and more to what blooms in the stillness— the breath unsaid, the tremor beneath phrase, the fragile…

  • Holding Hands Isn’t Possession—It’s Connection

    Holding Hands Isn’t Possession—It’s Connection

    A meditative poetic journey through tenderness, love, and human closeness—reminding that holding hands is not ownership but a moment of shared being. Each touch whispers a simple truth: stay, not because you must, but because presence itself is sacred. #FreeVerse #LovePoetry #HumanConnection #Mindfulness #EmotionalIntimacy #PoeticJourney #SoulfulWriting #StayWithMe #ModernPoetry #PebbleGalaxy

  • What’s My Favorite Month of the Year? A Journey Through Time and Self

    What’s My Favorite Month of the Year? A Journey Through Time and Self

    Exploring the emotional landscape of time moving through each month as a mirror of inner change—from January’s quiet beginnings to October’s graceful endings—finding meaning, transformation, and peace within the rhythm of seasons. #PoetryOfTime #ReflectionPoetry #SeasonalJourney #LifeInSeasons #WritingCommunity #EmotionalGrowth #LiteraryArt #MindfulPoetry #SelfDiscovery #PoetryOfChange #WhatIsYourFavoriteMonth #Poetry

  • When Change Comes Knocking, Welcome It

    When Change Comes Knocking, Welcome It

    Change doesn’t frighten us—it’s the force behind it that does. People don’t resist evolving; they resist being commanded to evolve. This poem explores the quiet truth that real transformation happens only when we choose it ourselves. It’s a reflective inner monologue on readiness, resistance, and the deep, personal rhythm of becoming. #Change #Transformation #PersonalGrowth #Poetry…

  • Look Out of the Window: The World Looks Back at You #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter

    Look Out of the Window: The World Looks Back at You #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter

    When I look out of the window, the world rearranges itself as though waiting for its portrait. A sparrow trembles on a clothesline, a woman sweeps her courtyard, and the sky keeps rewriting its language of clouds. What fascinates me is not the world’s movement, but its quiet agreement to exist—alive, fleeting, and endlessly aware…

  • The Price of Waking

    The Price of Waking

    Awareness cuts like a blade. It severs comfort, exposes the cage, but grants you the one thing illusion never could— yourself.