![1000141835.jpg](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/tikatarot/EorzP3uaqbSzvP8E2FMPaonkMmRoPwj4Vo55qAT934wyRMubm8dLYqpbveofiK4sNk8.jpg) ![topfeather.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/tikatarot/jVIY8Tx5-top-feather.png) I gaze upward on dim afternoons when my energy wanes and I once again mistake gray skies for the entirety of reality of my lifetime, I gaze upward reminding myself that brightness can be hidden without ever being gone from its place, a place of acceptance and gratitude, I gaze upward because what I need may still exist even when I cannot immediately feel it, and look for it, I gaze upward am I reacting to the weather outside or the weather I carry inside, within me, I gaze upward, and something steadier returns behind the clouds, reminding me that what is hidden is not always gone… I tune in gently to the signals I miss whenever I rush through each and every rooms, treating each moment as already known, I tune gently noticing how life keeps offering details while I keep arriving with half of my own thoughts in presence, I tune gently, ashamed of how many blessings passed me by because I was absent inside my own mind I tune gently, am I here enough to receive what this moment is trying to give me now, the kind of gift that only arrives when I am fully present, I tune gently and absence reveals itself more painfully than silence even you could still feel the pain underneath… I recall that tomorrow presents another chance, but it will never return the exact one I overlooked today, I recall that missed tenderness and missed insight do not remain untouched for my later return, I remember this, that moments slip away in silence and leave no receipt for what was lost inside them, I remember this, am I living like unspoken chances stay standing at the threshold until I decide to answer, I remember this, and feel a calm urgency settle into me, the kind that asks for movement without fear and action without chaos… I return to a softer state of mind when I realize that dwelling on lost time can consume the precious moments that remain, I return with a softer presence, choosing to be present now rather than constructing collections of yesterday’s distractions, I return softer because punishing myself has never once sharpened my perception, I return softer, can I meet this next minute cleanly without dragging the last pain into it, I return softer, and the day opens a crack wide enough to enter, for sometimes the way forward appears only when I stop fighting myself… Watchwords: Brightness hidden without gone Gifts pass by me Moments expire quietly Urgency without panic The day opens a crack ![bottomfeather.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/tikatarot/bYIitQga-bottom-feather.png) *** Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, *“Who am I?”..* *** *** As and will always be reminding you to dream: *“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”* ![tikatarot sign.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/tikatarot/cUPh7Abd-tikatarot20sign.png)

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