A Day’s Compass: What’s Yours, what’s not...

The sun climbs slowly, you wake up in the morning with. A promise to pause, breathe this cool, calmer air
Ask yourself what is truly fair, ask yourself what are the things you need to do for today, ask yourself what makes of you today
What is yours to hold, what are the things that slips away that is beyond your control, what belongs to chance that isn’t for you to be affected with whatever this circumstance brings you
Ask yourself what is truly fair, what yours to govern, or what power lies not in the storm and sea, or is it possible that your could let them be...

As the sun rises higher, mid-morning to mid-day is coming, the world grows sharp and clearer, you stand at the crossroads as the right choices will rise
Your thoughts, your actions and the work of your hand is already set on gaze, control what you can- as there is no more that is need to be said
This moment is yours, the choice your own left with your own reason of judgement, your own world and your own deeds
As you pause, reflect, your mind be still, decide with your own power of wisdom, act with your own will as one truth remains- your fate is in your own possession, but your own power to choose will never decay...

As the sun leans to west, its like a golden hue of the choices you made throughout the day, but by now you’ve walked through the portion of day come what may
Yet as you pause again, your fate weaves its thread whatever the outcome of life, not all yours but the tides of fortune sweep many shores of blow
It is not for you, it is not for you to know but amidst this swirl, you stand firm and you stand strong with the choices define you is where you belong
Just let go of control where it cannot reside, because trusting the current, this turning tide will lead you to your own world that you could conquer...

The sun dips low and the sky turns gray, another day has passed with another chapter fades away, the stars will be awaken as the day turn to night
As the quiet day expands, it is another chance to reflect, to understand what turned right and turned wrong regardless if it still a mystery or the truth
Remember now where this power begins, it’s just to release the weight of what’s not yours, and let peace wash in through this evening doors to blow these night away
The rest in our trust, sleep is like a form of letting go, a simple gift of renewal as tomorrow awaits with its new cycle anew, the choices to make is like a fate to embrace another chance in rhythm of life with peace, all is well!

Watchwords:
As the world turn on, beyond your sight
The rest is up to trust, from the velvet night
For even in control, must bow to night
What ends at the edge, beyond your rasping hands

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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