Remind Me

The mountains remind me of how small I am. Humbling.

Travelling reminds me that the news never tells the whole story of a land and its people.

Conversations remind me that we all want the same thing at our core.

Lands tell a story, both beautiful and brutal.

Closing my eyes reminds me to listen to the wind,

to see with the third eye.

I am reminded that those who lead and govern do not serve in the best interest of the masses.

Was it always this way? Was there ever a time in history when a government served all?

What does it mean to serve?

I'll give you my perspective if you care to read.

Equality needs to begin at the basics.

Food, shelter, water, clothing. If all beings do not have these, then we are failing.

All of humanity is failing.

It matters neither to the micro nor the macro spirit—the karmic merry-go-round will continue its circular motion.

The exits are closed until the lessons are learned.

Personally, I have no issues with billionaires. We can have billionaires and nurture all beings.

We can have differences on what system is better, but honestly, it matters little to none.

If the heart is closed and the mind is corrupt, the system has no relevance. A system does not enlighten one.

It does not open our hearts.

If we love from the mind, then love is a manipulative illusion.

It is not love, for love is unconditional.

Mindful love is conditioned and coated in judgment.

We do not judge the mountains, the winds, the oceans, and the forests—

but we judge each other. Why?

Because most of us love nature from our hearts,

yet we forget that we too are nature, baked from the same ingredients as the fox that trots and the winds that sing.

I am reminded, and for that, I am grateful.