I close my eyes, because my thoughts have become louder than the quiet life patiently unfolding all around me,
I close my eyes, realizing I have been hearing whispers while missing the deeper currents moving beneath each and every conversation I was present,
I close my eyes, allowing my whole body to receive what my restless mind keeps interrupting before it can arrive on my to do list,
I close my eyes, am I truly listening or only waiting for my turn to think again and again without being mindful about what is,
I close my eyes, as I accept silence all over again, another language begins speaking without words…
I listen fully, until the distance between myself and the world grows softer than I believed possible before this moment of acceptance,
I listen fully, noticing how silence carries textures feelings and hidden meanings I once hurried past without greeting what’s to come,
I listen fully, surprised that what touches my heart rarely announces itself through the loudest voice in the room of doubts,
I listen fully, have I mistaken hearing sounds for receiving someone’s living experience, hatred and loss,
I listen fully, if you just feel each and every moment of life, presence quietly replaces performance…
I receive gently, every unfinished sentence, every trembling pause, every breath another soul struggles to place into language of my thoughts,
I receive gently, resisting the impulse to judge compare defend or quietly rewrite another person’s truth inside my head,
I receive gently, because understanding has always asked far more patience from me than agreement ever could,
I receive gently, am I making space for this person or making space only for my own opinions to first receive my mind,
I receive gently, and in my own caring and compassion, certainty settles where it once stood…
I become wider, each time another perspective enters without asking permission to resemble my own familiar beliefs,
I become wider, discovering that growth often arrives disguised as discomfort before revealing itself as true freedom of thoughts,
I grow wider, grateful that every honest conversation quietly expands the boundaries of my self-perception, allowing me to become more of who I am,
I become wider, with all uncertainties I’m accepting now, can I leave this moment carrying more understanding than complete assurance and security,
I become wider, and the world feels beautifully larger than before, because life did not become richer overnight—I simply stopped seeing it through the narrowness of who I used to be…
Watchwords:
Another language without words
Presence replaces performance
Compassion settles softly
Growth disguised as discomfort
The world feels larger
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
