The deep understanding that steadies my course in the unseen weight, in the early hours when quiet seems to stretch for pleasant chatter of comforting sounds The deep understanding that steadies my course in the unseen weight, for there is a certain weight in knowing that what steadies us is not entertainment but an anchor that grips The deep understanding that steadies my course in the unseen weight, and so I speak to myself not to pass the time but to remind the wandering mind through shifting seas The deep understanding that steadies my course in the unseen weight, holding firm when storms whip the mast and swell the tide whether the ocean gleams like glass or shoulders…
The compass of discipline thought keeps me from chasing shadows, a midday when the heat blurs the edges of the road and the air shimmers with illusions The compass of discipline thought keeps me from chasing shadows, yet I have learned that easy vision fade the moment I step closer revealing dust and stone in cool waters The compass of discipline thought keeps me from chasing shadows, so I keep my feet in the shade of reason letting the mind point where the eyes might deceived The compass of discipline thought keeps me from chasing shadows, reminding me that the mirage is never what it claims to be deeper than my sight can reach…
The nourishment of clear judgement feeds more than the hour, when evening begins to fold its indigo over gold of the day and the mind hungers for distraction before sleep The nourishment of clear judgement feeds more than the hour, I remember that fleeting amusement are sweet in the mouth but leave a hollow in the stomach that aches by dawn The nourishment of clear judgement feeds more than the hour, and so I choose a harder bread one that strengthens me to meet the next day’s weight without trembling hands The nourishment of clear judgement feeds more than the hour, it readies the body and the mind for the road ahead giving muscles to resolve when the path grows steep…
The guiding map within is drawn by principles that do not wash away when storms fall hard, there are mornings when questions outnumber the answers and every choice seems smaller The guiding map within is drawn by principles that do not wash away when storms fall hard, when the smallest wrong step feels like it could shift the whole course of a life into a darker place The guiding map within is drawn by principles that do not wash away when storms fall hard, it is then that I remember my mind holds more than thoughts as it holds the map of my journey ahead The guiding map within is drawn by principles that do not wash away when storms fall hard, showing me the way even when the landmark are lost in the fog wandering into valleys where no light reaches…
Watchwords: There are times when comfort calls like warm fire inviting me to rest And the mind whispers that it will be easier to begin again tomorrow But I have learned that delay is a thief wearing the mask of kindness The discipline that shapes each days’s action is the builder of walls against the chaos that waits
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”
