Twelve around the One

If one frequently speaks of oneself, an air of doubt often shrouds their being.

Dwelling within a fear of solitude reveals a heart longing for self-affection.

In the absence of ease in silence, one's soul quivers in both self-doubt and the shadows of others.

The deeds of a commonplace day seldom nourish the spirit; they tend to the garden of commitments to kin, creed, and cause.

The lone drawback of tranquility and quietude is that the silent doer crafts not for the external world or so others perceive.

Fear not the arena of conflict, but venture forth against those conditioned to spar.

The purest wisdom is unutterable, boundless, and cloaked in intangibility. It unfurls to those bearing a key forged from sacrifice, scorn endured, moments steeped in contemplation, unity with nature, and a meditative spirit.

The revelation of cosmic truths seldom bestows unalloyed bliss. It unfurls with emotional and physical toil, setting free the traveler upon the path of serene equilibrium.

Neither thoughts that traverse the mind nor the very essence called 'self' truly belong to you.

Abscond not from the pursuit of learning and daily practice, lest the cocoon of complacency shroud you in ignorance.

Beware parroting the lexicon, slogans, and jargon of media voices, for it surrenders your faculties to unseen hands and marks you as one of the herd.

The humble act of donning shoes can sever the connection to Earth, unsettling security, and fostering afflictions in body and back.