In Praise of the the Uncelebrated...

in #tikatarot7 months ago

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What dazzles the eye is not what nourishes the soul, they point to gold to the gleaming light of trinkets that shimmer beneath the sun
What dazzles the eye is not what nourishes the soul, they name delight in pleasures bought and sold beneath the moon
What dazzles the eye is not what nourishes the soul, they say life not crowded with riches is a life too small to sung
What dazzles the eye is not what nourishes the soul, but I have come to understand the fragile lie behind the tune…

Praise that shifts with time holds little truth, there’s always talk of fame and how bright the echoes stretched through years
Praise that shifts with time holds little truth, but fame is fleeting like a shadow dancing with vanity and borrowed cheers
Praise that shifts with time holds little truth, the crowd applauds today what is jeered tomorrow in a turn of gears
Praise that shifts with time holds little truth, I do not trust the wind’s applause that bends so easily with fears…

True fairness moves with calm intention, justice does not wear robes nor speak with thunder or decree
True fairness moves with calm intention, she listens longer than most and moves when she sees enough for her to progress
True fairness moves with calm intention, not swayed by gold nor passion’s plea but equity’s quiet plea in order to keep
True fairness moves with calm intention, she knows that fairness isn’t fast but it sets the bound heart free of will with wisdom in silence…

Virtue leaves no regret behind it, no one who gains wisdom ever asks for less of tomorrow nor does justice leaves a bitter aftertaste of sorrow
Virtue leaves no regret behind it, self-control doesn’t break the heart, nor courage beg or borrow these leave no buyer’s remorse, no kind of hollow sense of meaning
Virtue leaves no regret behind it, but if you have quiet strength there is nowhere you cannot go with steady step and you’ll weather every blow
Virtue leaves no regret behind it, what wealth is it to wake without regret and sleep without shame to look back without longing instead a steady inward flame…

Watchwords:
Real bravery stands firm even in trembling ground
Not a roar, but a whisper that says across the field
And even when alone, she does not asks to be healed still she meets demand
But the sacred is found in what is slow as it acts that take no stand

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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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