moral compass

  • A Step

    A Step

    Our steps can only
    move in one direction,
    yet we choose freely
    the line they trace.
    A note of possibilities
    and probabilities.

    We are either giving,
    or retreating into ourselves.
    Receiving,
    or closing the door.
    Kind,
    or indifferent.
    Loving,
    or causing harm.
    Welcoming,
    or disturbing peace.
    Living in harmony,
    or in hurt.
    A friend,
    or a shadow of chaos.
    A storyteller,
    or a line written and erased
    at will.
    A voice,
    or an empty cave.

    Balance is the soul’s equilibrium—
    to see the genuine,
    hear the authentic,
    and embrace who we are.

    Not every stranger is an enemy,
    nor does every event
    place us in peril.
    And every danger
    calls for a different courage.

    Discernment isn’t obsequious
    and bound
    by ideology or knowledge.
    It is the wisdom
    to see your true self,
    to understand your role
    within the cosmos.
    It is the intuition of your spark,
    the compass of your mind’s identity,
    the principles
    that guide your soul.

    Before you act,
    pause and ask:
    Who am I?
    Would I wish for a friend or a foe?
    Does my heart long for love,
    or carry the weight of hate?
    Who am I becoming?

    Take a step.
    Be the person
    worthy of your own beatitude,
    Of living happily ever after.
    Not someday,
    but here,
    now,
    today.

    Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.

  • A House Without Foundation

    A House Without Foundation

    They cultivate an aura of ambiguity,
    leaving the truth cloaked in fog
    that bends with every breeze,
    ever-shifting to suit
    the whims of convenience.

    This being vague is
    no deception of others,
    but a self-delusion, you understand,
    and a refusal to stop
    drifting aimlessly above
    the solid ground of principle.

    By leaving the truth open
    to interpretation,
    they reserve the right to pivot,
    to rewrite and to redefine,
    thereby not only betraying
    others’ trust
    but also their own being.

    For in the depths of
    their own hearts,
    they know that to stand
    for anything is like being
    bound by conviction,
    and so they trade firm ground
    for the fleeting shelter
    of a passing cloud.

    Their words wind through
    labyrinths of mirrored reflections,
    refracting meanings that
    splinter and distort,
    making it possible
    for one person to speak
    several truths at once.

    But eventually,
    this kind of impotence reveals
    something deeper:
    it shows that these individuals
    are willing to betray the roots
    of their integrity
    to avoid the weight of discomfort—
    when perhaps it
    would have been better
    if they had just stated clearly
    what they meant instead.

    Those who engage in such pretenses
    do not lie before others,
    but rather lie before themselves,
    undermining their own character
    with each evasion.

    Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.