As I empty myself, every part of me stubbornly believes that clinging on demonstrates a deeper care than letting go of the impatience in me ever could,
As I empty myself, discovering how tightly I have been clutching unfinished fears that no longer recognize the person carrying them,
As I empty myself, realizing the loudest room I enter each day has always been the one inside my own restless thoughts that I neglect to listen and pay attention,
As I empty myself, have I been asking for something new while refusing to loosen my grip on what is already gone despite the pain and need,
As I empty myself, time could give me the clarity I need and the silence finally finds somewhere to sit alongside the pain and fear of the future…
As I quiet myself, I realize that I’ve mistaken constant movement for meaningful, inattentive progress more times than I care to admit.
As I quiet myself, watching every distraction promise relief while quietly stealing the attention my own life has been waiting for neglecting what I truly needed in the first place,
As I quiet myself, understanding that exhaustion sometimes comes less from work than from never allowing my heart to become still to what must come naturally to me,
As I quiet myself, when was the last time I listened to pain, fear and even to the core wound without preparing my next escape just to numb their presence one by one,
As I quiet myself, thoughts flow like waves, constantly coming and going, those forgotten spaces begin to breathe again by allowing progress to happen in stillness itself…
As I release control, grieving is never how often I have tried to force tomorrow to arrive according to the schedule of my impatience and rushing into my own healing and peace,
As I release control, accepting that not everything precious and planned can be summoned simply because I desperately want it now,
As I release control, trusting that some doors remain closed not to punish me but to prepare a different version of me that the Universe wanted me to fulfill and become,
As I relinquish control, have I been seeking certainty instead of learning to remain receptive to the subtle whispers of life that have consistently eluded my attention,
As I release control, waiting seems a loss, like an unknown bitterness that keeps haunting my dreams, my thoughts and my waking life…
As I welcome the arrival, recognizing that the most meaningful gifts rarely knock while my attention is scattered in every direction at once,
As I welcome the arrival, I promise to meet each quiet interruption before dismissing it as insignificant, just to be open to what is and accept what was never mine,
As I welcome the arrival, I believe that what often changes my life doesn’t announce itself as extraordinary but comes in precious, simple, and unexpected ways,
As I welcome the arrival, if it kindly presented an answer before me, would I still be preoccupied with searching elsewhere, or would I be able to freely listen to the genuine messages from the realm of my own unconscious thoughts,
As I welcome the arrival, transcending my thoughts and becoming, I shall willingly accept and receive with open hands that is the invitation from the Universe itself…
Watchwords:
The silence finds somewhere to sit
Forgotten spaces begin breathing again
Waiting loses its bitterness
My attention stops scattering
My open hands become the invitation
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
