I soften first, whenever life arrives wearing a face I never asked for and a timing I never would have chosen if only I knew the outcome,
I soften first, because fighting every unexpected turn has exhausted me more than the turn itself ever managed to do if only you’re just willing and open,
I soften first, learning that resistance often bruises me long after the moment causing it has quietly passed away never open to what is and regretting to what was,
I soften first, am I wrestling with what happened or grieving the version I expected instead, where mind aerobics is beyond helpful,
I soften first, and the day begins breathing with me, reminding me that peace is rarely something I find, but something I make room for within myself…
I receive slowly, the ordinary hours I once labeled interruptions before realizing they were invitations in unfamiliar clothing dressed as a gift,
I receive slowly, discovering how many hidden mercies arrived disguised as delays, disappointments or even inconvenient detours that’s barely noticeable,
I receive slowly, though another part of me still insists every change must first explain itself before being welcomed, audited for weeks inside my mind,
I receive slowly, can I meet this moment before asking it to become another one, too focused on what’s next despite of facing what is here,
I receive slowly, never pretending thoughts of comfortability that facing now with gratitude that quietly changes the room of my present and future plans…
I awaken gently, each time the smallest sound pulls me back from the endless stories gathering inside my restless mind, I slowly pull back and accept,
I awaken gently, allowing a distant bird a passing breeze or the rhythm of footsteps to return me to what is here but still allowing and not tied to the past and present anymore,
I awaken gently, realizing presence has always been waiting more patiently than I have ever waited for changing what needs to be done, assessing what works and what’s not,
I awaken gently, am I living inside this breath or rehearsing another tomorrow through exhaling the future in just one milli-second,
I awaken gently, and the world enters me without asking permission, and I discover that the day has never been waiting for my control, only for my willingness to meet it with an open heart…
I remain open, while life continues speaking through moments I almost dismissed because they arrived without ceremony,
I remain open, trusting that meaning often whispers where certainty insists on shouting over everything else that is always beyond your expectations,
I remain open, even when my expectations keep trying to interrupt what reality is quietly offering me instead of depending on your own efforts to begin with,
I remain open, can I hear what is here before deciding what it should become, already unwilling to let go of control and mind questioning,
I remain open, and something unnoticed finally reaches my heart, the most life-changing moments are rarely the ones that demand to be seen, but the ones that quietly become part of who I really am…
Watchwords:
The day begins breathing again,
Where gratitude changes the room,
Presence has been waiting all along,
The real world enters me from a place of pure alignment,
Something unnoticed reaches my heart of rhythm,
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
