The rush of wanting begins like a fever—so clearly warm, breathless, impossible to ignore,
The rush of wanting blinds reason with its glow, convincing me that happiness waits just one more step ahead,
The rush of wanting promises paradise in exchange for wanting to learn patience, peace, and thought,
The rush of wanting disguises emptiness as lack of excitement, shouting louder than the truth beneath it which is purpose,
The rush of wanting ends, always in silence that follows the journey of wanting even more…
Pleasure burns too quickly, like oil poured on flame—it dazzles, then devours what it touches,
Pleasure burns too quickly, leaving behind smoke that smells of regret and even longing,
Pleasure burns too quickly, a storm that kisses the sea then leaves it both restless and empty,
Pleasure burns too quickly, calling itself freedom, even though it binds me to desire even more,
Pleasure burns quick, while I create mistakes like the heat for the melting candle stick…
Wisdom stays longer, arriving softly, with no kind of parade to announce its worth,
Wisdom stays longer, seated in silence, where it teaches the art of what’s enough,
Wisdom stays longer, whispering that peace requires nothing louder or grand,
Wisdom stays longer, helping me trade the kind of thrill for clarity, and at the same time craving for calmness,
Wisdom stays longer, reminding me that truth glows steadily when a kind of pleasure fades…
Character stands taller than all my fleeting victories combined.
Character stands taller, built not on reward, but on endurance through restraint.
Character stands taller, immune to fortune’s bait, unmoved by the applause of crowds.
Character stands taller, finding joy not in what happens, but in how it’s met.
Character stands taller, for it drinks from a deeper well than happiness can reach.
A soul at peace does not chase fireworks in the sky—it lights and radiates its own lantern from within,
A soul at peace no longer bargains with pleasure or with gratitude for meaning,
A soul at peace holds freedom in simplicity, the power in humility, and joy in its own gentleness,
A soul at peace feels no hunger for more, only gratitude for just being himself,
A soul at peace finally understands that wisdom is more than enough, the true wish all along…
Watchwords:
• The rush of wanting blinds to open
• Pleasure burns quick and fades quickly
• Wisdom stays longer only if you allow
• Character stands taller than pleasure
• The soul at peace endures more than you know
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
