I wake carrying fragments that fade in the moment, I move too quickly and begin performing the day again,
I wake carrying scenes that feel truer than some memories, though they arrive dressed in maybe impossible images,
I wake carrying emotions with no clear owner, yet they cling to me like blankets when asleep,
I wake carrying too much, do I honor what visited me or dismiss it instantly because it speaks strangely,
I wake carrying then lose half of it whenever I rush into my thoughts…
I remember differently, and still the softened version reveals needs the facts themselves once failed to show me what’s underneath,
I remember differently, because the heart retells events according to what is remained unfinished inside every memory of the past,
I remember differently, yet even distortion can contain a signal if I meet it without gratitude,
I remember differently, am I defending accuracy because tenderness would ask more of me,
I remember differently, and notice wisdom gathering where precision once fell away…
I ask quietly, through symbols chance seems to scatter though something in me recognizes the answer instantly,
I ask quietly, when logic has become a closed room where the same furniture keeps changing places but nothing changes,
I ask quietly, because surrender sometimes reaches places and even effort cannot force open by strength alone,
I ask quietly, am I rejecting help because it cannot be controlled, and choosing struggle simply because it feels more familiar,
I ask quietly, and feel the smaller room beyond the larger one where possibility has been waiting in silence…
I choose now, the inner riches that remain after praise fades and possessions reveal their temporary language,
I choose now, the steadier strengths no one can hand me and no institution can guarantee,
I choose now, what builds my character even when it asks me for patience before any reward appears,
I choose now, can I stay loyal to this path when louder roads keep promising quicker rewards,
I choose now, and become less available to anything that would pull me away from myself, because once I know my value, cheap offers lose their power…
Watchwords:
Lose half of it rushing
Meaning hiding inside blur
Larger room behind smaller
Temporary language of possession
Harder to buy away
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
