A Message From My Soul To Yours
Let the world either align with your soul or break around you ☥
Never break yourself to try to fit with the world.
Entropy will never lead us home.
John Siddique 2025
For some people in the world, it’s the start of a new year. But if we step back just an inch or two, we can see this as one of many conventions we’ve collectively subscribed to—perhaps without ever questioning why. From culture to culture, the idea of a "new year" takes countless forms, each carrying its own meaning and rhythm.
For me, I hold all these expressions in my heart, but my soul tends to sit back, observing rather than aligning with any singular one that presents itself as the way. True wholeness, I find, lies in the multifaceted nature of the jewel, in the many surfaces that together form its brilliance—not in the reflection of a single face.
That said, I felt deeply grateful yesterday to the Bradford Literature Festival for featuring my poem Thank You from the Signposts book as their New Year Poem. It’s always a joy and an honour for an artist to have their work shared and celebrated in this way.
Thank You is a poem that embraces all that we are—holding both the light and the shadow—and discovers the teaching and the love within the complexities of our humanity. I’m sharing their beautiful video here for you to enjoy. And, as you are a reader, I’ve also included the text below.
A Kind Request
One way you can feely support our work is to write a good review for our books such as ‘Signposts’ and ‘SO’ on Amazon and elsewhere. Your word of mouth is the greatest gift, and without it, a writer and teacher such as myself has very little purchase in the bought and sold world. You could also comment on and share this video from youtube, etc. Thank You.
Thank You Thank you to the broken road that led me here. It seems no other road would have got me home. Voices around you tell you to be spiritual, talk a sweet certain way, heal quickly from all things. Find the positive, be present, But I want to say thank you to my lost self, to the fractured homes, the addictions, the co-dependence, the bottles, the drugs, the lust. I want to thank you – nights with a knife held in my hand against myself. So many nights not wanting to be here. Thank you road. Thank you lost friends and thankfully failed relationships. Imagine if they’d have continued. Thank you lost. Only lost can lead to found. Only the broken can know the liquid meaning of mercy or show another how to heal. Only bad love will know the distance to good love. Only the divided can know the whole. We don’t have to build and live in a house on Broken Road, instead we make the journey through the inner war. Somewhere in the heat of the noise, there is the silent sacred heart. Finally, you listen for there is nowhere else to hang your coat. You wash your face Place your hand where your heart is and say I love you, thank you. I know the way home now. John Siddique 2021 'Signposts of The Spiritual Journey' (Watkins)