Why should we prove

Who we are

To all and sundry?

Why make our efforts

Count for something

In the eyes of

Tom, Dick and Harry?

Who are they

To judge

What springs forth

From the innermost

Recesses

Of one's mind or heart?

And how are they

To weigh

Or measure

The depth you

Have to go

To recover

Those treasures?

Only some

With a kindred spirit

Can directly gauge

What others can never

Find

No matter how hard

They look

Pretend and fake

They might

But it's not theirs

Nor will they ever

Grasp

What comes easily

To those few

Them

Rare as they are

I am grateful to

For showing me

How to disregard

The noise

Of emptiness

And live

As I would

With no desire

Nor care

To be

Judged

By the world

And all

Its self-appointed

Minions

~ Me

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I have to admit I am a bit under the weather. This year gave me much needed stability in some ways but it has also shaken the ground under my feet in some other ways. One that relates to home and there is some light at the end of the road there finally. And another that relates to one of those rare kindred spirits whom I look up to very much and whose influence has been very much instrumental to my growth in the last many years. I have faith that things will be looking up as we turn the corner of this year and I will be speaking from a happier place... I can only look forward to being there very soon!