That Illusion of Escape...

[tikatarot]

With our own reasoned thought, and with the heart of choice, that is our own guiding light for manning our own sanity
Not those born out of whims, nor those fleeting call, but with a steady mind and hand that shapes it all
In our own thought of goodness, it dwells in our own judgement that is clear
Our own compass that is firm and strong, not in winds that directs us to new directions, but in the choices we made from our own wisdom’s scale...

External links like tides, flow and intensities, events that are unbidden, both high and low are like life’s great chains
What we make of them, what our own truth make of them, are the ones we cleave in, surrender to
Those storm may rage, our own skies may weep, but if we only choose to let them affect us, or let calm find us
For all of these sequence are like raw materials that need to filter to rough and course, just to help us organize our thoughts and becomes our choice, the shaping force...

How to bend with the world where wisdom is molded by these external links, like judgement that are straight
Like the rivers scape, so pure, like the choices we make, good enough to make our path secure and fine...
Not with tangled weeds, those reasons clears like transforming doubts and dissolving fears that is beyond clearer in order to live in calmness
In order to bend with life and nature’s law, take these chaos being wild and raw into your own judgement’s view...

When the lens distorts the view, like choices twisted in disarray, the good is lost; our life’s path becomes untrue
But with our choices, we can heal or we can break at the same time, forming a single thought that lights up your path and take a course at stake
So guard your own helm, steer your own judgement to keep the waters calm and clearer where no kind of mount or cloistered wall can ruin your own world’s demand
For life will press, will knock and will even plead, fight in order to find the peace, and silence the world’s loud lease, instead we only shape, we mold, or we only choose to find our own power claimed, our own steady mind!

Watchwords:
Its chaos calmed, its power claimed
With careful thought, the world is tamed
A mind unshaken, trained mind to keep
Through reason’s eye, the world aligns

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Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..

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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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