For the rest of all the things, some things shine, some things burn, and some fade, the world unfolds in bright colors and dim in your shaded shadow’s whim preening to be alright
For the rest of all the things, some things shine, some things burn, and some fade, men divide when they behold in ways both simple yet complex and extreme more than you can understand
For the rest of all the things, some things shine, some things burn, and some fade, if only you could mark the lines between you definition of good and bad between every shifting of emotions
For the rest of all the things, some things shine, some things burn, and some fade, but do they seen what lies in between, could you ever pause and truly dream what you wanted to happen…
All that is negative and will claim its due, but only if you allow it to pass, you will still see in the dark when these vices dwell, even when greed and hatred make their own beds to fear the other
All that is negative and will claim its due, but only if you allow it to pass, where every bit of envy bites and wrath consumes you, these selfish tongues weave webs of dread and poison you deeply
All that is negative and will claim its due, but only if you allow it to pass, until the heart beats wild with fear in every step that feels incomplete despite your every goal accomplished
All that is negative and will claim its due, but only if you allow it to pass, can these vices chain the ones who see the choice itself as power worth beyond everything else…
What lies beyond the shifting sand, neither holding you back nor taking your hand, between the virtue and the vice and also between the light and choking dark wanting to set free
What lies beyond the shifting sand, neither holding you back nor taking your hand, there are things that neither raise nor ruin, nor leave on souls a lasting mark of pain and learning
What lies beyond the shifting sand, neither holding you back nor taking your hand, wealth and poverty, health and pain are the basic breath of life that hunts us down until we can survive
What lies beyond the shifting sand, neither holding you back nor taking your hand, they come and go like a reckless tides indifferent to each other still fear the loss of all he owns…
For all things pass, none of this can shake the soul and the rest is held and all is to let go, no kind of love can gain, no kind of fear of loss, no desperate hope to shift all kind of tides but only you
For all things pass, none of this can shake the soul and the rest is held and all is to let go, steps on the road where joy and grief can walk side by side wanting to clutch both hands, where no kind of prayer can keep or cast away
For all things pass, none of this can shake the soul and the rest is held and all is to let go, just knowing all that ever comes was never meant to truly stay, even if all your desire comes today
For all things pass, none of this can shake the soul and the rest is held and all is to let go, a life unburdened by the chase, by the fear, by the grief or even by longing’s snare can never shake the soul where all is held and all is let go..
Watchwords:
What is pain, what is wealth or what is death if one is whole
A heart unshaken, free from the roam, yet rooted deep in a tranquil air
Let your virtues shine their light, but need not to chase until the end
No fear of heights, no dread of falls, no trembling hands can ruin your fate
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream: