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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 Invisible Point — A reflection for those who feel unseen, especially educators and dreamers
Not all effort is visible. Not all love is loud. This episode honors the quiet strength of those who support others without recognition—especially educators, caregivers, and silent builders of belonging. A reflection on purpose without applause. Featuring the original poem To Invisible Reflections.
Hello deep thinkers, you're in the right place.
Some work that we do isn't visible, and some love that we show and share is silent. And some lives unfold just outside the light, where applause don't seem to reach.
But purpose still breeds.
There are people who give everything, and still wonder if anyone notices that, like educators, caregivers, quite artists,
the ones who hold the room together, and maybe even hold society together, without ever asking to be seen.
This is for them,
for you if you've ever felt erased by the very space that you fill.
Because there's a particular ache in doing meaningful work, and being met with silence.
The absence of applause does not mean the absence of impact. There is a sufly idea, it says, "Even
the invisible leaf falling in the forest, is seen by the one who counts every breath,
and we can make every single breath count.
And the stoics would tell us from their perspective
to do the work,
not for a reward, but because it's right,
yet it's still right to recognize
that even the strong grow tired, even the invisible, long to be mirror to be told that you are not unseen, you are not forgotten, and recognition isn't ego. It's nourishment.
We don't need to live in the spotlight, but we just need a little light. To see ourselves by,
and sometimes reflection, begins with our own voice. It begins with naming our value, with honoring
our efforts.
Giving language to what no one else
took time to hold.
This poem is for those who teach in silence, for the dreamers, mistaken as distractions, for the ones who show up without being seen,
to invisible reflections.
I can't remember when I started learning my first teaching job, I taught myself to be invisible, guarded. It raised by a blue finger-pained sob,
learning my first teaching job, but what if I only bring dreams to the table,
erased by a blue finger-pained sob, sad face masked by my
transfer sale? What if I bring only dreams to the table?
If weekly dreams carry vision, ideas belong, sad face masked by, transfer sale branded invisible, authentically wrong if weightless dreams carry vision, ideas belong, I long for minutes, I don't second guess branded invisible,
authentically wrong.
Invisible teachers learn to reflect, to express, I long for minutes, I don't second guess, I taught myself to be invisible, grounded.
Invisible teachers learn to reflect, to express, I can't remember when I started.
If no one has told you today, you matter, you are seen,
even in a silence, you are shaping the world. This has been the still point. Until next time, stay steady, stay soft, and reflect your own life, even when the world forgets to
