Smoking Mirror


Going home to a place that

Faded away

With time, with life, with age

Survival is death.

The heavens in my eyes opened up

Flooding me

Awakening me

Liberating me, my

Pristine superficiality


Sleep, food, sex, air


The mirror of my conscience

Reflecting my

Hopes, my fears, my love, my rage.

Rage for my

Insatiable ideals

Lost within infinite waste

In that space

So precious and perfect and perilous and free.

Foggy, streaked, cracked



The future

The Safety of My Home

The safety of my home

Is a luxury I may no longer

Be able to experience

Is a privilege that may soon be

Lost to me forever.

As I sit here I think

That someday

Someday soon

It may all be lost.

Lost to the greed and avarice

Of others.

Others who shall never know me.

Others who shall never care for me

As I leave my home


With no place to go.

Nothing is secure

And everything is irrelevant.

Anything is possible.

As I reflect upon

My younger days

Those days filled with hope

Those days where the future seemed

Much more lovely than today

I wonder if those days I once dreamed of

Shall ever be

Or will I be wandering free

From the past and

Free of any identity

Forever until I die

And then others will come after me

Again and again and again.



The concept of mindfulness has become popularized in recent years as a result of the work of many teachers, writers, and practitioners. And I am very grateful! Being more aware of who we are and what we do, living in the moment, and being intentional about our thoughts and actions are all integral to leading a meaningful and purposeful life.

But it isn’t enough. Without a full and open heart to center and connect our mind to something greater than ourselves, whether it be communal or spiritual or both, the practice of mindfulness can become esoteric, and sometimes egocentric.

I don’t think many mindfulness practitioners would disagree with me. At least I hope not. Indeed, the way mindfulness is typically taught and practiced, at least in my experience, promotes the fluid integration of mind, body, and spirit.

But something about the term mindfulness seems deficient to me. It begs for a companion to demonstrate that the mind alone does not fully represent our human experience.

Heartfulness is a complementary concept that builds on the idea of mindfulness. It focuses not on the thinking and feeling of mindfulness, but on being and doing instead. It is a process through which we can create resilient hearts, leading to more peace and love in the world. Heartful means to be full of curiosity, acceptance, understanding, responsiveness, forgiveness, and hope. It is to be our most beautiful selves despite the challenges and turmoil we face. When we practice heartfulness, we don’t need to think about being intentional because we consistently connect with and express the pure love in our hearts. It is to be who we are meant to be, a continual expression of our deepest desires and dreams.