Those desire without ceiling shouts louder than what really need, taking you louder than what’s true, Those desire without ceiling makes me believe that I cannot live without what is enough, but the need is the extra, Those desires without limits can cause panic even when there’s more than enough to go around your day, your months your years ahead, Those desire without ceiling drowns out from the whisper of nature, asking only for the real needs- food, water and rest, Those desire without ceiling deceives me, until we daily remind ourselves that simplicity is the safest wealth…
Grounds of little things still provide enough if only I choose to lower myself to gather them, Grounds of little needs hold roots to chew, water to drink, and lights to keep night away, Grounds of little valuables teach that exile or loss cannot strip me bare that I cannot survive, Grounds of little pride remind me that strength is never gone, only asleep beneath each comfort, Grounds of little pleasure will assure me that survival belongs to those who accept less…
Voices of the past speak in their plain courage that there is nothing to grow afraid, Voices of the past too often remind me- They lived by moonlight, and worked by their bare hands, Voices of the past tell that winters are endured with soup and bread stretched thin, Voices of the past still steady me that they even had less, that what is enough now, but they lived, Voices of the past dissolve my panic with their testimony of resilience.
Lessons of survival say that life demands less than greedy imagination and fantasies, Lessons of survival prove basics like water, air, and warmth and free love outweigh luxury, Lessons of survival insist that fear grows tall only when you let confusion dominate your wants from your needs, Lessons of survival free me from false debt to comfort’s expectations that aren’t barely there, Lessons of survival leave my true peace behind my company, while greed empties me into what’s genuine…
Freedom is more than enough that begins when I can release the weight of endless wants and cravings, Freedom is more than enough to help me rise as I remember my needs are just small, Freedom is more than enough that steadies me to face both life’s abrupt feast and famine, Freedom is more than enough to make gratitude my crown of joy not gold or comfort, Freedom is more than enough to ensures fear no longer owns my body, my mind and my soul…
Watchwords: • Desire without any guide to it’s ceiling • Grounds of little more • from the Voices of the past • Those lessons of survival • Freedom in more beyond enough
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…”
