Count Your Simple Choices

Silk like flags promise me everything that is mine; like those crowds cheer, easily opened doors, and even my name sounds bigger than truth inside me,
Silk like flags promise me that I deserve this sun; those pride nods, constant smiles, that builds a throne of strength that I can rely on
Silk like flags promise me safety without effort; I could hear the childlike whisper and tightens my adult belt as I count slow breaths before I speak,
Silk like flags promise me and I answer with thanks, like plain work in a steady pace; I clean my conscience as share credit, and go home…

Quick winds turn bright as noon to gray; those coin rolls day by day, even friends fade, and plans blur still, I manage to breathe and stand still,
Quick winds turn praise into echo; my emotions shrinks to fit the truth as I count cash, debts, and endless duties,
Quick winds turn desire into need; Everyday I choose bread, water, and sleep as I save strength for work at dawn,
Quick winds turn loud blames into quiet whispers; I close my mouth and repair the myself first before night comes harder again…

Quiet steady hands that shake; those pages of books trained me before dark of weathering beliefs as I practiced small steps during those gentle days,
Quiet steady the soul that wants comfort more than vows as I follow and maintain my own found rules even when nobody claps for me,
Quiet steadies my aim as I fix my own leaks before the storm of hurt, I sweep pain, sharpen my will as I check my own dreams tonight
Quiet steadies my speech as I choose plain words over the noisy ones, I speak the true and short words to redeem myself back again…

Slow waiting days draws fear into courage that warms instead of hurts, as I sit still I do count my breaths, and stretch as long as I could
Slow waiting days of anger lights fire that turned anger for others but I still serve them before I express my own
Slow waiting days of hunger turned into order as I learned to rest, to write, to work, to pray and repeat the rest to build solid days that will hold unforeseen weight.
Slow waiting days are on my sight as I find the next door in gloomy, disturbed conditions still, I turn to my own latch as I slowly and enter my own troubles…

When luck returns I smile like she never left; Humbly, I bow to gratitude, not to worship anything as I keep my own pace of living,
When luck returns I treat her as a guest; I know she does not own me still I want to I serve my own life with caution with hard work,
When luck returns I thank the light, then hold an open palms around these gifts still I do not want to cling or to brag every time I receive,
When luck returns I stay simple, save strength for another days to come, and walk forward hoping I could make good choices again for tomorrow…

Watchwords
Do not serve fortune; greet her, then keep your own pace steady
Practice on bright days, so your hands can see in the dark.
Wait through hard seasons but refuse any blame and any noise
Hold gifts with an open palm; let them leave without fear.
Let reason lead the step you can take away.

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…”

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