Morning buses passes by and remind me that the city moves without any of my noise, Morning buses passes by my window like habits daily; they keep time that I can trust, Morning buses passes by and I set my own calm pace, not just a plain sprint for show off, Morning buses passes by and I tie my shoes for work,but not to shine everyday but to build a life, Morning buses passes by and I want to bless the day before I step outside and get going for life’s daily demands…
Library tables wait for hands to open these pages but let silence teach us their wisdom, Library tables wait while I copy a sentence that steadies my heart, calms my mind, Library tables wait as I relearn again, to listen before I speak, and teach my mind agility, Library tables wait for lists that matter: duties, aspirations and dreams to keep you moving everyday, Library tables wait until I close the book and carry the rule of thumb, learning wisdom but at the same time staying humble…
Work boots remember the weight of long days but you never break for mercy but for a strong purpose, Work boots remember rain in the seams and laughter under uncontrolled clouds of thoughts and emotions, Work boots remember that pride slips; but you need to grip onto the ground and keep your balance, Work boots remember shared loads, but remember to pay your share for a split fair that is more than enough to cover, Work boots remember my real purpose; I fit myself inside my word of my own dreams and thoughts…
Tin roof protects and guides my thoughts through storm; as I listen to the world’s steady drum, Tin roof protects and guides my breath to lengthen beyond I can, while thunder talks and leaves noise, Tin roof protects and guides my focus to real purposeful steps: shut noisy windows, bank future coals, and even call friends for help, Tin roof protects and guides my spirit to calm in stormy days; as I choose to believe in facts before fears, Tin roof protects and guides my night in order; as I sleep because I also needed a rest to contribute my part too…
Empty night desk forgives the rough times of the day; as I cross out the external noise of the day, Empty night desk forgives the unanswered calls of every demands; I write a kind note for next morning as the sun rises, Empty night desk forgives even we sometimes stumble into the wind of lost hopes; I will name it, I will learn from it, and let it rest, Empty night desk forgives with a glimpse of light only if we’re ready to;as I plan for my next clean actions ahead, Empty night desk forgives and sets tomorrow’s mercy out like folded dreams one at a time; now I am still ready to accept and grow…
Watchwords: • Begin with new blessing ahead • Let silence teach us humbly • Grip those honest grounding acts • Choose facts over fearing • Close the day gently as welcome the anew
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…”
