I stay steady, when desire pulls at one sleeve and fear pulls at the other until I barely recognize my own direction,
I stay steady, because I have watched urgency turn ordinary moments into a kind of emergencies that never truly existed,
I stay steady, though part of me that still believes panic is proof that something important is happening, and something to feel like I’m busy
I stay steady, am I responding to my own reality or just reacting to the storm I created around it, despite I can still the calmness from within,
I stay steady, and even if I wanted to cry, the water inside me slowly clears away…
I often notice, how the things I chase become much more louder than the moment I convince myself I cannot live without them,
I often notice, how the things I avoid grow larger when I refuse to stand still, long enough to face them with pure acceptance and patience,
I often notice, that attachment and resistance both leave me exhausted in remarkably similar ways as I surrender to what is and just freely protect my peace,
I often notice, am I pursuing what I need or just feeding a hunger of this dream that never ends and never tired,
I often notice, and the urgency begins losing its grip if just choose to slow down…
I move gently, through situations that once convinced me that every choice would permanently define my future,
I move gently, refusing to worship outcomes before they have earned such power over my emotions and over my head,
I move gently, learning that calm is not weakness but a willingness to surrender my center,
I move gently, am I protecting my peace or protecting my fear from being challenged, as they slowly disperse,
I move gently, and now my steadier footing becomes easier to trust as I’m aware of what I’m slowly building…
I become quieter, when others lose their sense of security and start looking around, searching for reason to panic first instead of trying to listen first,
I become quieter, because agitation spreads quickly while steadiness often arrives without any kind of announcement, but if only you just choose to,
I become quieter, carrying responsibility without adding unnecessary weight to my worries and fears,
I become quieter, can I offer calm without demanding recognition for it, without announcing the deeper silence I found inside me,
I become quieter, and I just know the atmosphere begins to soften around me…
Watchwords:
The water slowly clears
Urgency begins losing grip
Refusal to surrender center
The atmosphere softens
Someone else to panic first
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
