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H.O.M.E.
Home H.O.M.E. — Honing Ourselves through Mindful Evolution There was a time I thought home was just a place. Four walls. A roof. A space to rest. But I’ve come to realize… Home is something deeper. It’s not where I go to escape the world— It’s where I go to face myself. H.O.M.E. Honing Ourselves through Mindful Evolution. Every time I step into my home, I step into a mirror. Not the kind that reflects my face… But the kind that reflects my thoughts, my emotions, my habits. The real work doesn’t happen out there. It happens here. In the quiet moments. In the stillness. In the spaces where there’s no one to impress… and nothing to hide. This is where I learn myself. Honing… Not forcing. Not rushing. But refining—slowly, intentionally. Like a blade being sharpened over time. Because growth isn’t loud. It’s subtle. It’s choosing a better thought when the old one tries to return. It’s catching myself before I react. It’s sitting with discomfort instead of running from it. Ourselves… Because no one can do this work for me. No one can think for me, feel for me, or evolve for me. This is personal. Mindful… Not lost in the past. Not anxious about the future. But aware—right here, right now. Watching. Observing. Choosing. Evolution… Because I’m not meant to stay the same. I’m not here to repeat cycles. I’m here to grow beyond them. And it all starts at home. Not the building… But the space within me. So now when I say I’m “going home,” I mean I’m returning to myself. To refine. To realign. To become. Because home… Is where I build the person I’m becoming. And I’m not finished yet.
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Thank you so much, that means allot coming from you, I'm only trying to keep up but it feels like I'm giving away a little piece of me every time I do, do you ever feel that way ?
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Power
There’s power in a steady heat, In hearts and minds that both can meet. Not rushed, not wild, not out of line— But balanced fire, by design.
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@Delleeesa Harris iindeed
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@Danielle Darrington what don't kill us, makes us stronger
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I write part 3 When the Ink Knows Before the sentence forms, before the breath steadies, before the mind decides what it wants to say— there is a pulse. A quiet knocking behind the ribs. Not loud. Not demanding. Just present. And that’s when I reach for the page. I don’t always write because I’m strong. Sometimes I write because I’m unraveling. Because silence gets heavy and pride won’t let me speak it out loud. So the paper becomes witness. The ink becomes confession. No applause. No interruption. No raised eyebrows. Just truth… without performance. I have tried holding storms in my chest. They turn into thunder. They shake the hands. They tighten the jaw. But w⁴hen I let them spill into words, they soften. They become understanding. I used to think writing was escape. Now I know it’s alignment. When the outer world feels misaligned, I realign inside the margins. There is a Presence there— not loud like religion, not rigid like doctrine— but steady. A current beneath the chaos. It doesn’t shout instructions. It nudges. It says: “Stay.” “Breathe.” “Observe.” And when I listen, the shaking stops. The pen moves. The mind clears. The heart loosens its grip. I am not trying to win. Not trying to prove. Not trying to be more than I am. On paper, I simply am. And that is enough. Because sometimes the strongest thing a man can do is not conquer the world— but face himself without turning away. That’s when the ink knows. And that’s when I write. Keep writing friend
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I thought you'd like that when you said you're losing your thoughts. I'm glad you liked it. Hope all is well, take care
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Poems
BODY My body shakes in waves like the ocean that tremble from one small kiss Like a footprint in the sand, you leave your mark on me Sitting under the sun, I take that cold drink, taking You all in at once Allowing the body to flow under the moon while I watch Your skin glows Skin melting bodies intertwining doing what we do best Small part Thanks, Delleesa DHarris 4/13/26
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Here's my love poem I Am the Tin Man I am sovereign. I choose my actions deliberately. Emotion informs me — it does not command me. I feel without surrendering control. Feelings arise and pass. I do not rush to obey them, explain them, or justify them. I do not chase connection. I allow alignment to reveal itself. If it comes, it meets me whole — not hungry. I can understand without absorbing. I can care without carrying. I build before I bond. Structure first. Stability before intimacy. The Tin Man lives. Not heartless. Not fragile. Governed by I Am
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@Jason Strickland good job friend
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