I want to suspend judgment, because my first conclusion has often arrived long before the whole truth had the chance to reach me,
I want to suspend judgment, noticing how quickly old beliefs rush forward to explain what they have barely begun to understand,
I want to suspend judgment, allowing unfamiliar ideas to remain unfinished instead of forcing them into comfortable predicted answers,
I want to suspend judgment, with all of the noise, am I receiving what is being offered or defending what I already believe,
I want to suspend judgment, if chances are that you could just be willing and open, only you could and another doorway quietly appears…
I loosen certainty, every time my mind reaches for agreement disagreement praise or rejection before truly understanding the heart beneath the words,
I loosen certainty, because opinions have too often interrupted conversations that could have changed something essential inside me especially the whispers I fail to recognize,
I loosen certainty, discovering that openness asks far more courage despite the urge of needing to be right,
I loosen certainty, with all of the pain and uncertainties, can I remain curious longer than my certainty wants to,
I loosen certainty, truest wisdom begins arriving without any kind of announcement as I am here and open…
I gather gently, with the fragments of another person’s story without rearranging them until they resemble my own experience,
I gather gently, resisting the quiet temptation to compare every confession against wounds I already recognize inside myself,
I gather gently, remembering that every life carries meanings I will never completely inherit or translate, or even easily interpret,
I gather gently, am I witnessing my own soul healing or replacing them with my comfortable reflection again and again,
I gather gently, with every bit of understanding, it grows roots instead of opinions and patience…
I leave each conversation transformed, as every honest and quiet exchange quietly reshapes the person who enters it before a single word is spoken,
I leave each conversation transformed, carrying questions that deepen my understanding more profoundly than simple answers ever could,
I leave each conversation transformed, grateful that listening has become less about agreement and more about becoming beautifully understood all over again,
I leave each conversation transformed, can I protect this openness after I return to the familiar inner work from the world outside,
I leave each conversation transformed, as silence came to rescue me, freedom sounds different inside my own heart now…
Watchwords:
Another doorway appears
Wisdom arrives quietly
Understanding grows roots
Beautifully unfinished again
Freedom sounds different
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
