I erase assumptions, because every answer I inherited keeps interrupting the questions my own soul is trying to ask,
I erase assumptions, realizing I have trusted familiar thinking simply because countless noise arrived before my own inner critic,
I erase assumptions, grieving how often I have mistaken tradition for truth without ever placing either under honest light or mere suspicions,
I erase assumptions, am I choosing this belief or merely repeating what sounded convincing at first,
I erase assumptions, and in silence it refuses to agree with me anymore…
I distrust certainty, after watching confidence disguise itself as wisdom while quietly closing every unopened door before me,
I distrust certainty, because the safest strategy has often been the first placed imagination quietly goes to disappear,
I distrust certainty, refusing to believe that history has already exhausted every important answer that still waiting to exist,
I distrust certainty, have I confused experience with permission to stop exploring the past,
I distrust certainty, and the impossible loses its old authority because you’re now ready…
I welcome mistakes, though pride still begs me to protect the image of someone who already knows enough to keep going,
I welcome mistakes, recognizing that embarrassment has introduced me to deeper truths than perfection ever cared to reveal,
I welcome mistakes, because every unexpected turn has exposed a doorway where my careful plans never thought to search for,
I welcome mistakes, am I afraid of failing or afraid of discovering a better way which is succeeding,
I welcome mistakes, as I appreciate the surprise becomes my teacher instead…
I defend innocence, against the weary voice inside me that insists wonder belongs only to those who know less than I do,
I defend innocence, believing untouched eyes sometimes recognize what trained vision quietly walks past every single day,
I defend innocence, refusing to apologize for asking questions that certainty has long declared truly unnecessary,
I defend innocence, can I remain teachable after everything I have survived and experienced,
I defend innocence, as I become willing, an unseen move changes the whole game of learning…
Watchwords:
Silence refuses agreement
The impossible loses authority
Surprise becomes my teacher
Untouched eyes recognize more
An unseen move changes everything
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
