That Strength to be Unshaken...

about 1 month ago (Edited)

I do have the power to hold on to no opinion before it reaches to my soul, as the world will rage those voices may clash like tempers of fire that spreads like a sickness in the night
I do have the power to hold on to no opinion before it reaches to my soul, each opinion is like dagger where each argument is like a storm seeking no kind of victim to burn or bite
I do have the power to hold on to no opinion before it reaches to my soul, that we are not bounded by my answers nor my opinions of others echoing a call that matters
I do have the power to hold on to no opinion before it reaches to my soul, not every word must find a home inside a mind that settles in your chest…

What is a kind of thought that is worth staying or a thought just passing by, how heavy the world becomes if you could carry each thought that crosses our way
What is a kind of thought that is worth staying or a thought just passing by, would I let every criticism carve a mark into my heart that would let darken my way
What is a kind of thought that is worth staying or a thought just passing by, what is the opinion like a fleeting whisper , or just a breath of fresh air wanting to be heard
What is a kind of thought that is worth staying or a thought just passing by, it is only distinctive when we give it a weight that gains the power to tear us or make us whole…

Let it just a dust that is worth nothing or to dissolve in the air that can be touched and seen, our voices may rise in anger, our hand may reach the kind of pull into the fray
Let it just a dust that is worth nothing or to dissolve in the air that can be touched and seen, if we could have mastered the art of irrelevance where we’re letting these invitations decay alone
Let it just a dust that is worth nothing or to dissolve in the air that can be touched and seen, what kind of argument are we entering into if we’re not there to engage nor to attend
Let it just a dust that is worth nothing or to dissolve in the air that can be touched and seen, sometimes it is nothing but words of lost silence, lost anger vanishing like a forgotten page of life…

If I’m not here to feed the fire, it just dies and if I do not turn to consider it just fades away, there is always such a place where the world cannot be invaded by turbulence and opinions
If I’m not here to feed the fire, it just dies and if I do not turn to consider it just fades away, if these emotions are being studied one by one, identifying what matters and what doesn’t, they slowly begin to fade away even if you wanted to or not
If I’m not here to feed the fire, it just dies and if I do not turn to consider it just fades away, where we choose to nurture our thoughts and get away with the rest of distractions there lies a greatest power from within
If I’m not here to feed the fire, it just dies and if I do not turn to consider it just fades away, as not every battle is worth the war, does not every wound must turn to scar, it is not weakness, but a wisdom-that quiet fortress built deep inside and then I let go…

Watchwords:
For nothing can harm me unless I extend my hands to grasp
Let voices battle, let these opinions clash- I will not be caught unaware
I choose not to be a prisoner to needless sorrow, just like an unnecessary pain
No kind of wind can share me, if only I refuse to sway by any kind of storm

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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