The rule of my inner life does not depend upon the governance of another’s conviction, though I walk beside others on the same earth under the same sun, tasting the same rain in moments of silence The rule of my inner life does not depend upon the governance of another’s conviction, my path through parallel to theirs is formed from choices carved out by the tools of my judgement and reflection The rule of my inner life does not depend upon the governance of another’s conviction, even if our stories cross like threads in the loom of time as the direction of my spirit remains wholly mine to command The rule of my inner life does not depend upon the governance of another’s conviction, for if it did I would no longer be free but tethered to winds that do not rise from my soul…
The life I draw in is not formed from the exhale of others’ expectations, I do not need to inhale the opinions or tempers of those around me to feel the fullness of my own breath The rule of my inner life does not depend upon the governance of another’s conviction, for though we share the same sky, it does not follow that every breeze must blow into both our chests The rule of my inner life does not depend upon the governance of another’s conviction, what one believes, demands or fears may swirl around me like dust yet I choose what enters the temple of my body The rule of my inner life does not depend upon the governance of another’s conviction, and so I keep still when the wind rages not from fear but from fidelity to what breathes quietly within…
It is not mine to overflow into lives that are not mine to shape, let me live like a lantern whose light warms but never burns whose fire stays respectfully within its glass It is not mine to overflow into lives that are not mine to shape, I may glow beside others offering what I can but never should I impose my flame upon their shadows It is not mine to overflow into lives that are not mine to shape, even compassion turns invasive when it forgets where the line lies between help and control It is not mine to overflow into lives that are not mine to shape, for what honours both love and liberty is knowing when to stand near and when to simply stand aside…
Silence at times is the truest form of understanding, not every battle is meant for me and not every injustice needs my sword and not every fire should be fed by my breath Silence at times is the truest form of understanding, there is courage in restraint and peace in stepping back when stepping in would only add noise to the chaos Silence at times is the truest form of understanding, to protect peace is sometimes to refrain to watch without leaping to care without interference Silence at times is the truest form of understanding, and in that space, I find more than stillness-but what I found is clarity, dignity of learning their lessons however slowly they come…
Watchwords: To live in cooperation is not to dissolve into sameness but to stand with strength beside another Let us be like rivers running separately but watering the same earth each with its own current depth Unity does not require uniformity and love does not demand likeness Let us respect one another not in spite of our difference but because of them
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…”
