Small Slips, Great Falls...

And from the moment of letting go, your footing will not be easily found again, it always begins so quietly like a soft breeze brushing past your cheek like a just momentary pause in thought And from the moment of letting go, your footing will not be easily found again, glance away a daydream mild and meek that there’s no thunder, no alarm, no voice And from the moment of letting go, your footing will not be easily found again, to warn that something’s been undone yet something changes when your focus wanders even if only for fun And from the moment of letting go, your footing will not be easily found again, it is not a collapse but a crumbling nor a shout but a whisper that pulls like a shift of the eyes like a curious thought from a subtle fog the gently dulls… And every small drift lays groundwork for deeper confusion of tomorrow, you tell yourself it’s nothing like a break, like a breath and harmless little slide And every small drift lays groundwork for deeper confusion of tomorrow, but each small lapse becomes a crack where your purpose starts to hide And every small drift lays groundwork for deeper confusion of tomorrow, you forget for a moment delay by a second and even postpone by a day And every small drift lays groundwork for deeper confusion of tomorrow, and suddenly the thread you were holding begins to fray, tasks pile up like autumn leaves, dry and weightless but overwhelming in mass… And what seems like a minor detour can birth a maze you never to enter, and the things could’ve been handled smoothly is now a challenge too vast to handle And what seems like a minor detour can birth a maze you never to enter, but the more you turn from it the less it knows what it came there for And what seems like a minor detour can birth a maze you never to enter, like a muscle left unused, like your focus will weaken with each excuse And what seems like a minor detour can birth a maze you never to enter, and what once left firm in your grasp begins to slip loose, no endless fire that fuels itself alone… Any each time you stay present you build the strength to stay longer next time, discipline isn’t harshness or chains but a steady living guide even when the world is loud and quick Any each time you stay present you build the strength to stay longer next time, a compass forged in effort like walking always by your side both seen and slick Any each time you stay present you build the strength to stay longer next time, it’s the choice to remain, to return, to resist the urge to run wandering like a useless thought Any each time you stay present you build the strength to stay longer next time, to show up fully to the moment until the work is done until it is meant to do suddenly left to rot… Watchwords: Habit is not built in brilliance but in silent ordinary days It id formed when you feel powerful but when you show up anyway To return again and again, to choose task without glamour or thrill Each interruption rains like a task you held in mind, a scattered sight

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Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, *“Who am I?”..*

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As and will always be reminding you to dream: *“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”*