I throw away, the formula that once rescued me at the past because I refuse to mistake yesterday’s answer for tomorrow’s possibility,
I throw away, with trembling hands because familiar methods have quietly become like a furniture instead of living companions that make up a home,
I throw away, grieving the comfort of certainty while sensing another doorway waiting beneath the discarded pieces of unresolved pain and memories,
I throw away, am I really protecting what still serves me or worshipping what simply worked once before,
I throw away, as I begin to freely accept what isn't working, the empty space begins teaching me…
I begin blank, without reaching for the colors words rhythms or patterns that usually introduce themselves before I do begin the work,
I begin blank, allowing uncertainty to just breathe where habit once hurried to decorate every corner of my creative room,
I begin blank, trusting that all of my skills survives even after familiar rituals quietly disappear from sight,
I begin blank, can I still believe my hands remember what my fear keeps doubting and even trembling on doubt instead of inner motivation,
I begin blank, just creating anew without attaching to any labels and even forgotten possibilities gather around the silence…
I welcome risk, because repeating my strongest success forever would slowly become another elegant prisoner of labels and past identities,
I welcome risk, even while every accomplished version of myself begs me not to disturb what already works and what is labelled by sureness,
I welcome risk, understanding that comfort quietly asks creativity to become predictable over time unable to release your truest inner cravings,
I welcome risk, am I creating to release wonder or managing a reputation I no longer recognize within myself,
I welcome risk, a new hopeful morning with freshness enters where certainty once slept…
I trust deeply, that experience is something no discarded method can ever take away both from my hands and my heart,
I trust deeply, knowing every abandoned process leaves behind a quieter wisdom stronger than the process itself, not being scared by any kind of another failure,
I trust deeply, because growth carries my hard-earned skills even when every familiar map has been folded away but never forgotten,
I trust deeply, can I carry the lesson without carrying every old limitation with it because everything is absorbed intensely through every season,
I trust deeply, now I willingly breathe as my future feels lighter than my past ever imagined…
Watchwords:
The empty space teaches
Forgotten possibilities gather
Another elegant prison
Fresh air enters
My future feels lighter
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
