I let the river guide my flow, as it winds and bends, never still and slow. where life will turn, I'll never know, but I'll let the river, lead me so.

There is a way of living where action grows out of listening Where the next step appears naturally when the noise quiets. Where motion is not an escape from stillness but an expression of it.

It’s funny, whenever we find peace after living in perturbation and internalizing it, we often want to run. Because it doesn’t feel natural to us at first. We fear we will lose something, and that is true, but what we are losing is what was never truly ours to begin with.

Wonder cannot increase until you allow yourself to lose shape. To be undone not by what is new, but by what has always been here— waiting for you to drop the veil of knowing.

When fear is not held, it becomes architecture.

to measure the ocean by counting the drops is to miss the vastness of its unity.

upon a wild wind, ever-changing, never steady like clouds that wander and find no home so does my heart roam

Walk gently in your indecision, the leaves don't know their destination before they fall And yet they kiss the earth with the same tenderness as the wind that carried them.

in the fading twilight, the fox and the rabbit pause at the edge of the clearing, each a mirror for the other's existence.

I recently got a new paint that is supposed to be the blackest black and absorb 99% of light. So to test it out, I just started making random strokes and… I think I kinda like what I made by random chance 😅 but then I proceeded to accidentally get coffee on it lol

each of us a pebble, tossed into the ocean of existence, creating ripples that touch every shore, and when the pebble is gone, the ripples remain.

I still write poetry, but for whatever reason - I’ve just had writers block. I have 95% of a bunch of poems done, but can’t find that missing piece. Not sure if it is perfectionism.

I don’t think AI it will kill art or poetry - though I can see how it can disrupt job markets (Which is concerning). Even if AI can make amazing poetry or art, there is still inherent value in self-expression. Even if only for yourself.

Submitted my first provisional patent application today! Exciting times

Just recently discovered Rumi, such a great collection of poetry. Can’t believe I’ve missed this up until now.

Would highly recommend this version of the Zhuangzi. Guo Xiang is a famous traditional editor of the Zhuangzi. This has changed how I interpret the book. They say, it’s not as much that Guo Xiang comments on the Zhuangzi, as the Zhuangzi comments on Guo Xiang, and I have to agree