The truest path is found where mindful thinking meets the weight of lived experience, we sat together in the shadow of ancient questions asking if the better road to virtue was carved The truest path is found where mindful thinking meets the weight of lived experience, if the mind’s clear diagrams could shape the soul as firmly as the patient work of daily practice The truest path is found where mindful thinking meets the weight of lived experience, and as our voices circled the question we found that air thick with contrast between clean words The truest path is found where mindful thinking meets the weight of lived experience, for life is not built only of ideas nor only of repetition as it is mingling river who refuse to be separated…
Wisdom on paper cannot breathe without the pulse of real life to sustain it, in the quiet of study it is easy to let principles stand like polished stones-smooth balanced untouched by roughness Wisdom on paper cannot breathe without the pulse of real life to sustain it, we picture ourselves acting with flawless certainty armed with phrases and laws arranged like in a perfect formation Wisdom on paper cannot breathe without the pulse of real life to sustain it, yet the first gust of wind from unforeseen trouble scatters these soldiers grasping what will truly hold Wisdom on paper cannot breathe without the pulse of real life to sustain it, for the mind alone can build beautiful shapes but beauty without practice collapse when the earth beneath it shakes…
Delay in the name of perfection often steals the very chance to be good, of we hold our steps until every principles is polished into perfection the hours slip away like unclaimed tides Delay in the name of perfection often steals the very chance to be good, the moment for courage will pass and we will be left with nothing but rules untested by the weight of choice Delay in the name of perfection often steals the very chance to be good, life does not pause so that we may refine our thinking until it sparkles as it moves on swift unyielding Delay in the name of perfection often steals the very chance to be good, and in its movement it demands our presence imperfect yet willing to act as it builds foundation that no storm can undo…
Virtue stands firm when thought and action hold hand in every step, the wiser choice is not to crown one and exile the other but the weave them like strands of rope Virtue stands firm when thought and action hold hand in every step, let theory guide the eyes towards horizon and habit move the feet along the road until the journey is second nature Virtue stands firm when thought and action hold hand in every step, let each guard the other from its weakness, a habit keeping theory from drifting too far above the earth Virtue stands firm when thought and action hold hand in every step, for in this joining we d=find strength that neither alone could hold sinking into blind repetition…
Watchwords: So let us live not as thinkers who never move nor as doers who never reflect Let our minds point is towards the good and days prove that the good is more than a word Let us walk with the clarity of our principles and the strength of our practice The time does not wait and neither should we when the chance to live rightly stands before us
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…”
