The heart’s true potion needs no kind of herbs, no kind whisper under moonlight, no secret charm,
The heart’s true potion is brewed beyond patience, stirred by listening, warmed by kindness,
The heart’s true potion takes longer to make, for it’s drawn from humility, not even haste,
The heart’s true potion changes are from both giver and receiver—softening the soil for both,
The heart’s true potion is a kind of love offered without promise, only with each other’s purpose…
Hatred teaches nothing but repetition—the same pain returned in a new kind of disguise,
Hatred teaches nothing, except how heavy your heart can grow when fed on fear itself,
Hatred teaches nothing, for it builds fires that warms no one, no kind of warmth that matters,
Hatred teaches nothing, but love also teaches endurance, thus empathy teaches peace,
Hatred teaches nothing, and still we listen to it, even forgetting how bitter it tastes…
Love works in silence, unseen by crowds but noticed by the lonely and the lost,
Love works in silence, steady as our breath, moving to where anger cannot even survive…
Love works in silence, carrying light into hearts but long darkened by misunderstanding,
Love works in silence, restoring dignity to those who’ve forgotten their own worth,
Love works in silence, and even unreturned, it leaves the soul expanded with purpose but never diminished…
Empathy disarms pride, turning enemies into their kind of mirrors instead of becoming monsters,
Empathy disarms pride, when I choose to feel even before I speak,
Empathy disarms pride, reminding me that every harsh voice hides an old traumatic memory,
Empathy disarms pride, making room for your truth to enter without any kind of armor,
Empathy disarms pride, and every act of grace ripples outward sometimes unseen but still felt…
Love remains constant, needing no reward but only its own kind of presence,
Love reains constant, not fragile, but still rooted, tested through misunderstandings and mistakes,
Love remains constant, because what is given freely never really leaves your core,
Love remains constant, watering even the soil of those who reject it, unknowingly taking back,
Love remains constant, to love is to live in alignment with life itself, and also with oneself…
Watchwords:
• The heart’s true potion heals, forgotten
• Hatred teaches nothing but bitterness
• Love works in its own silence
• Empathy disarms pride and judgment
• Love will always remain constant
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
