My mind needs rest and I keep forgetting it, like I’m trying to prove something by staying tense, staying busy, staying on, as if exhaustion is a badge I can wear,
My mind needs rest because without it my thoughts turn muddy, my temper turns short, my decisions turn rushed, and even joy starts feeling like work,
And my mind needs rest asks me, when did I start believing that being constantly available is the same as being valuable,
But my mind needs rest tells me, I can take a break without losing my worth, and I can return clearer than I left…
The earth renews itself through stillness, and I know this, yet I treat my mind like an endless factory that should never shut down,
The earth renews itself and reminds me that forced productivity drains the soil of my spirit, leaving me dry, irritable, and strangely uninspired,
And the earth renews itself as I wonder, why do I keep demanding harvest when I refuse to allow myself seasons of rest?
But the earth renews itself and teaches me, I can pause on purpose, and that pause can make me sharper, not weaker…
Even iron breaks without mercy and eventually cracks the metal, I also feel that in my body where I push and push and never exhale,
Even iron breaks without mercy like shows up as headaches, tight shoulders, shallow breathing, sleep that doesn’t restore me, and a mind that forgets how to be gentle,
And even iron breaks without mercy and making me wonder, if I keep striking myself with constant demands, what part of me will fracture first—my health, my patience, my creativity, my peace,
But even iron breaks without mercy and tells me, I can choose softness now, so I’m not forced to rebuild myself from collapse later…
Dullness creeps in when I work past my limits, when I ignore my hunger, my thirst, my need for movement, my need for real rest,
Dullness creeps in and suddenly I can’t focus, I can’t think straight, I can’t feel inspired, and I start blaming myself instead of my lack of recovery,
And dullness creeps in, asking me weather what I call lack of discipline is actually my system asking to be restored,
But dullness creeps in as it tells me, I can honor my limits and regain my sharpness by caring for myself like I matter…
Watchwords:
• Rest restores clarity
• Productivity needs seasons
• Overwork dulls the mind
• Softness prevents collapse
• My limits are real data
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
