I Return To Quiet, Clarity and Attention

I safeguard my independent mind, I notice how easy it is to follow well-worn paths, because they ask less of me and let me feel safe,
I safeguard my independent mind, I admit that safety can become a subtle thief, stealing my instinctive curiosity while convincing me that I’m just being practical,
I safeguard my independent mind, I confess I’ve hidden inside “how it’s usually done,” then felt frustrated when my ideas stopped surprising me,
I safeguard my independent mind, am I choosing the familiar because it’s right, or because it’s easy to defend, despite all the other questions that arise,
I safeguard my independent mind, I accept imperfection as the cost of honest thought…

I unlearn the habit of seeking permission, I’ve noticed that I still wait for someone to validate my own experiments, as if creativity requires a stamp of approval before it can be considered a creative act,
I unlearn the habit of seeking permission, I admit I’ve leaned on certainty for too long, and uncertainty once felt like a threat instead of an invitation for a whole new world,
I unlearn the habit of seeking permission, I admit I sometimes bend rules to avoid structure, even while claiming I want freedom,
I unlearn the habit of seeking permission, can I choose exploration without needing reassurance for each and every step,
I unlearn the habit of seeking permission, I choose one clear direction and give it a real season before I adjust…

I allow myself to be a beginner, I recognize that discomfort arises the moment I lose my sense of direction and purpose,
I allow myself to be a beginner, I admit I’ve avoided learning new ways because I didn’t want to look slow, and that avoidance quietly limited me,
I allow myself to be a beginner, I confess there’s relief in admitting I don’t know, but there’s also fear that I’ll never become somebody,
I allow myself to be a beginner, am I willing to practice without demanding immediate proof of my own talent and capabilities,
I allow myself to be a beginner, I give the process time to transform clumsy effort into earned strength…

I return to focused attention, I notice how my freedom returns when I stop leaking energy into constant reactions and start choosing where my mind goes,
I return to focused attention, I see how I assumed tension was part of daily life, yet I’m learning attention can be trained,
I I return to focused attention, I confess I want a life that feels steady, trustworthy, and clear, guided by intention instead of reaction,
I return to focused attention, will I guard my mind as if it were precious because it is the essence of who I am,
I return to focused attention, I hold my focus gently and begin again, and let that deliberate return be the life I build…

Watchwords:
Safety can become a quiet theft,
I hide inside how it’s done,
Trusting myself means owning the outcome,
Beginnerhood means exposure, awkwardness,
I hold my focus gently and begin,

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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