Let your reason hold the reins so wild horse of your emotion will not drag you into the tickets, tickets of life that where grows thick and throned in the quiet moments Let your reason hold the reins so wild horse of your emotion will not drag you into the tickets, quiet moments of fear where it is painted only in a shadow of your own thoughts Let your reason hold the reins so wild horse of your emotion will not drag you into the tickets, the hand holding the brush is your own where you begin stirring of discipline within you Let your reason hold the reins so wild horse of your emotion will not drag you into the tickets, you have been given a mind to weigh the truth against the noise to place each trouble on scales…
Do not grant fear the keys to your house, as the day begins and the tide of worries arrives the uninvited carrying rumors of what might go wrong Do not grant fear the keys to your house, some whisper of failure and other of loss and through their voices differ the hunger in them is the same Do not grant fear the keys to your house, to consume peace before you even take your first breath of morning air yet that’s inner sentinel standing at gates of your mind Do not grant fear the keys to your house, a watcher whose eyes see beyond panic and who knows that many of these fears have no substance, no flesh, no breath…
Most fears dissolve upon inspection, you think of the days when your heart raced for no reason when you avoided roads that looked steep through that led exactly where you needed to go Most fears dissolve upon inspection, later you realized those roads were not as treacherous as your mind had painted them that your turn bling had been a needless tax paid to a tyrant Most fears dissolve upon inspection, so much of your dread was only mist which the rising sun of truth could burn away if you only opened the shutters of your mind Most fears dissolve upon inspection, it is a lesson worth engraving deep in most fears dissolve upon inspection just as frost disappears when touched by warmth of your unclouded understanding…
Attention is the gate to your peace, the world still send you troubles for no mind can erase the tide entirely but now can erase the tide entirely but you know you can choose which to let pass Attention is the gate to your peace, you will no longer dive into every swell as if it demands your strength for you have learned that some storms will break without your involvement at all Attention is the gate to your peace, this freedom is not laziness but mastery over attention as the rarest wealth a person can hold that governs not by impulse but by law and whose law is reason Attention is the gate to your peace, that is why you guard it fiercely where that attention is the gate to your peace as you keep both reason and the crown of your compass…
Watchwords: Even when they enter you know how to show them out before you recognize the unnoticed The familiar faces of the door whether you choose to open or keep the latch Even when they enter you know how to show them out before they can rearrange your peace For you have to made it a law, a self-command is your first and final fortress
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…”
