Every storm of the soul starts like a whisper, a thought so small it feels harmless at first,
Every storm of the soul gathers from one look misread, one tone mistaken, one motive presumed,
Every storm of the soul reminds me how quick I am to crown myself as the reader of all hearts,
And every storm of the soul exposes how frail piece becomes when pride rushes ahead of the truth,
But every storm of the soul ends only when I do remember that perception is a choice, not a fate…
The wise heart learns patience as its first defense against the tides of possible misunderstanding,
The wise heart learns patience, asking, “What else might be true?” just before anger takes hold,
The wise heart learns patience not to excuse harm but instead to protect itself from running your peace,
And the wise heart learns patience, because no mind can see clearly through like a smoke of quick judgment,
But the wise heart learns patience, and its calm now becomes contagious, like a peace restoring peacefully…
Hasty judgment breaks life’s harmony, leading to twisting small moments into lifelong offenses,
Hasty judgment breaks life’s harmony, making strangers out of those who meant no harm,
Hasty judgment breaks life’s harmony, because suspicion is heavier than any truth revealed later,
And hasty judgment breaks life’s harmony, and I learn too late that fury was built on instant fiction,
But hasty judgment breaks life’s harmony, teaching me that silence and grace are better instruments of truth…
Generosity of thought repairs is what accusation has torn apart, allowing understanding to enter and where blame once stood guard, while making room again for surviving,
Generosity of thought repairs not through words alone but through the energy that listens, and not attacks,
Generosity of thought repairs when I choose to see mistake instead of malice, and a chance instead of intent,
And generosity of thought repairs the bridge between hearts that pride and would have burned for good,
But generosity of thought repairs assumes the best, not weakness but instead it is a thought wisdom practiced daily…
Calm command over self is the art of steering through rough waters without needing control of the sea,
Calm command over self trusts that fairness is its own protection against bitterness,
Calm command over self weighs emotion like an anchor, dropping only where peace can hold steady,
And calm command over self forgives without ceremony, corrects without cruelty, endures without any form of resentment,
But calm command over self is your highest mastery—to see clearly and still choose compassion…
Watchwords:
• Every storm of the soul begins small
• The wise heart learns patience
• Hasty judgment breaks harmony
• Generosity of thought repairs
• Calm command over self endures
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
