I gaze upward on dim afternoons when my energy wanes and I once again mistake gray skies for the entirety of reality of my lifetime,
I gaze upward reminding myself that brightness can be hidden without ever being gone from its place, a place of acceptance and gratitude,
I gaze upward because what I need may still exist even when I cannot immediately feel it, and look for it,
I gaze upward am I reacting to the weather outside or the weather I carry inside, within me,
I gaze upward, and something steadier returns behind the clouds, reminding me that what is hidden is not always gone…
I tune in gently to the signals I miss whenever I rush through each and every rooms, treating each moment as already known,
I tune gently noticing how life keeps offering details while I keep arriving with half of my own thoughts in presence,
I tune gently, ashamed of how many blessings passed me by because I was absent inside my own mind
I tune gently, am I here enough to receive what this moment is trying to give me now, the kind of gift that only arrives when I am fully present,
I tune gently and absence reveals itself more painfully than silence even you could still feel the pain underneath…
I recall that tomorrow presents another chance, but it will never return the exact one I overlooked today,
I recall that missed tenderness and missed insight do not remain untouched for my later return,
I remember this, that moments slip away in silence and leave no receipt for what was lost inside them,
I remember this, am I living like unspoken chances stay standing at the threshold until I decide to answer,
I remember this, and feel a calm urgency settle into me, the kind that asks for movement without fear and action without chaos…
I return to a softer state of mind when I realize that dwelling on lost time can consume the precious moments that remain,
I return with a softer presence, choosing to be present now rather than constructing collections of yesterday’s distractions,
I return softer because punishing myself has never once sharpened my perception,
I return softer, can I meet this next minute cleanly without dragging the last pain into it,
I return softer, and the day opens a crack wide enough to enter, for sometimes the way forward appears only when I stop fighting myself…
Watchwords:
Brightness hidden without gone
Gifts pass by me
Moments expire quietly
Urgency without panic
The day opens a crack
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
