The Stillness that Speaks Louder than Words...

Not your every truth is meant to be spoken, the world moves so softly, so quietly, and so still where it speaks in the rustle of trees on top of the hill
Not your every truth is meant to be spoken, it whispers in the raindrops that taps on your window sill like it humid in the wind with a voice of its own
Not your every truth is meant to be spoken, those who keep speaking has no eager to stop listening to his own voice so louder it gets when you’re listening
Not your every truth is meant to be spoken, you may miss the silence in saying so proud of your achievements and your painful stories…

A tale repeated for praise loses its own soul, the stories we tell of the battles we’ve fought of the hardships endured and the lessons we teach ourselves
A tale repeated for praise loses its own soul, we weave them for gold in patterns so fine yet we fail to consider what are truly divine and important
A tale repeated for praise loses its own soul, do they uplift us, do they truly truly bring us light or do they exist just to bolster my might, power or status
A tale repeated for praise loses its own soul, I can speak of my trials with passion so strong embroidering details as I go along with the conversations…

The past is not solid but shifting like sand, every word spoken through rich in stories and emotions may serve to raise only this life of mine
The past is not solid but shifting like sand, a picture I paint like past I believe are memories that shimmer as they shift and as they change
The past is not solid but shifting like sand, like sunlight on water that are elusive and strange, O know them as I hold them tight
The past is not solid but shifting like sand, yet I find them reshaped by the touch of the night for every moments remembered are longing with pride by the lens that I choose…

A listening heart is a presence louder than words ever told, what a wonder when silence is kept to hear without shaping to listen or to be accepted
A listening heart is a presence louder than words ever told, for voices grow rich when they blend and entwine not one overtaking but merging in kind
A listening heart is a presence louder than words ever told, how lovely the moment is when two souls engage without the hint of one performing but just to listen, to wait, to let others be
A listening heart is a presence louder than words ever told, to listen is sacred as to hear is divine to meet one another beyond spoken lines not eager to prove nor striving to be accepted but just the warmth of the moment is the gift of one’s warm embrace…

Watchwords:
No need to perform, no reason to claim
I will whisper, will nod and will just be
Be a listener first so the world can speak freely
let words be chose with wisdom and care

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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