In Your Care, In Your Control...

2025-05-08T12:18:00

But the body is never truly ours only left in our hands for a while, you walk through the world inside a vessel made of skin of bones or slow-decaying matter But the body is never truly ours only left in our hands for a while, it’s shaped by genes by time, by chance, by all the things that happen without your say But the body is never truly ours only left in our hands for a while, it gets tired as it breaks, as it heals when it can and hurts even when you’re not sure why But the body is never truly ours only left in our hands for a while, and yet every morning you rise inside it while knowing it’s what carries you each day… And the breath is borrowed with always one gust from vanishing, you breathe without asking like a rhythm that hums from the moment you arrive til the moment you leave And the breath is borrowed with always one gust from vanishing, a steady tide that rises and falls, whispering life into lungs you don’t command And the breath is borrowed with always one gust from vanishing, it comes without permission and goes the same way after when you least expect it And the breath is borrowed with always one gust from vanishing, a presence so vital, so fragile and so utterly beyond our will to keep… And the mind is the only thing that is truly yours as it is the last of you, the first and the unseen ruler of your days, the quiet space behind your eyes remains yours in a way nothing else can And the mind is the only thing that is truly yours as it is the last of you, not tied to fate, not seized by touch, not governed by flesh or breath or chain And the mind is the only thing that is truly yours as it is the last of you, it can wander when you are trapped, speak when you are silenced and hold when you have lost And the mind is the only thing that is truly yours as it is the last of you, it is the last of you and the first, the unseen ruler of your days… You are your mins and everything else is passing through that is where life happens, at the end of it all when your body is gone and the breath is done You are your mins and everything else is passing through that is where life happens, what you lived un your mind is what is truly counted for You are your mins and everything else is passing through that is where life happens, what you chose to think and how you chose to see and who chose to be is the thing that maters You are your mins and everything else is passing through that is where life happens, so take care of now and make space for what matters and let go of the rest- this quiet, private, powerful place inside you… Watchwords: We polish the body like it’s permanent , decorate it like it’s here forever We pour time, money, worry into what will rot no matter what we do There is nothing wrong with care but make it proportionate to what truly lasts The mind stays when the body crumbles so where should your effort go

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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