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The Still Point
A podcast for the quietly curious, the emotionally in-between, and those searching for calm in a chaotic world.
Hosted by Saij, a masked poet and guide, The Still Point offers brief weekday episodes—each just a few minutes long—blending original poetry with reflections rooted in Stoic philosophy, Sufi mysticism, and modern psychology.
These are not conversations or interviews. They’re pauses. Invitations.
To slow down. To think more deeply. To feel more honestly.
All under ten minutes.
Whether you’re walking, healing, journaling, or simply breathing through the day, this space was made for you.
✨ New episodes every weekday
✨ Original poetry, mindful storytelling, and soft wisdom
✨ Themes of stillness, self-reflection, growth, and creative clarity
✨ Perfect for deep thinkers, quiet creatives, and soul-centered seekers
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The Still Point
The Self Point — On reintroducing yourself, healing what you once hid, and claiming worth
We lose and find ourselves in often repeating cycles. This reflection invites you to pause, listen inward, and meet the self you’ve outgrown or forgotten. With pieces of Sufi surrender and Stoic self-awareness, this is a soft homecoming. Featuring the original poem For Myself.
Hello deep thinkers. You're in the right place.
There are days that you don't recognize the person in the mirror, not because of age or because of time, but because the self you are now
was built to survive, not to be known,
and
somewhere along the way
you
tug parts of yourself away. You compartmentalized,
softness, rage, wonder, desire. You edited the edges just to fit someone else's frame, someone else's mold, and now you start feeling the distance
between who you've been and who you are now.
But selfhood
isn't static. It's not a single truth to find. You evolve. It's not a momentum that you keep on a shelf. It's a relationship, an ongoing conversation with yourself, with your own becoming, and sometimes you reintroduce yourself
to the parts of you abandoned. Not because they were wrong. You abandoned them because you weren't necessarily ready to hold them yet.
The Sufis say that the journey is inward.
To know the self is to know the beloved
and to offer a stoic perspective. They ask us to examine our minds daily. Not to punish, not to
reexamine, but to realign. Because self-awareness isn't a self-obsession.
It's clarity.
It's a kind of coming home,
and sometimes that home has been quiet for years.
But when you nod gently with patience you find something. Still alive there waiting to be remembered.
This poem is for that return, for the slow reclaiming of the self
you've never lost. But only that version of you that you paused
for myself.
How many times do I reintroduce myself to myself?
Is where I locked too much of myself blindfolded in the dark.
Spending the value of myself squandered you to allow me to reintroduce myself.
You don't need permission to remember who you are.
This has been the still point. Until next time, stay patient, stay curious, and come home to you
