I reject being hijacked by
the trifling delusions of those
who infer judgmental sway.

Over me.

Misguided presumptions
of relevance belie their relative
inconsequence to all matters
defining me.

No free passage into
my sanctuary, concealed
by walls chiseled.

From black granite.

Veins flowing with Aenides
gold, I grow stronger.

With age.

My moments have no intervals
and I won’t be distracted from
my journey.

© Rob Taylor, 2019

“Inner work is the catalyst that forges the transformation of unconditional love within the individual. Mindfulness, compassion, and gratitude are the imperative conducts of inner work.”

Taylor, Rob. The Irreducible Primary: A Dialogue on Nature, Spirituality, and the Human Condition (p. 28). Rob Taylor. Kindle Edition.


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