Gift of Acknowledging Death...

in voilk •  17 days ago

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    Where thoughts retreat those silence terrors we guard the door of our greatest fear until we learn to accept the painful truth behind every dark, and fragile we have
    This truth brings us to places we don’t dare to even visit, or understand until we are forced to bring near to the thoughts we needed
    This life is indeed, this precious and fragile spark that will someday lead us to build walls that wouldn’t lead us to regrets or to broken dreams
    We shun into the walks of life that we silently strive to hide, we build distractions from the flesh and build reasoning as hard as a stone…

    “I am not here to steal your breath, but teaching you the meaning of your own life’s depth”, says the fear of death
    As we go along acknowledging this fragile fear, it guides our hand until you’re willing to write your name again on the shifting sand
    We chase the light, craving for the glow, forgetting about the real brighter part of light that matters, forgetting all the depths below
    We even hoard the days, we count years that pass by, as if it can cover all our primal fears, but as a tide, time won’t stay forever…

    Soon all our castles, dreams will also fade only you can know the truth what part of your life matters, and what seed can grow even most significantly
    For when we face that final call, we can see the scope of the rest of everything else, the depth of it all
    The fleeting moment of realization bloom with such grace, where each breath now becomes a miracle to embrace that grows brighter than the sky
    We no longer bind ourselves to the unnecessary grudges that linger in your heart, but instead we would choose a kinder start to lightly continue life…

    Would these words unsaid, would these help you speak your truth, would pride embrace the friends you always knew
    Would laughter echo feelings, would tears be shed if you wouldn’t express your emotion, would moments shared enough to make fears unsaid
    Would work allure and still claim your mind, or would this seek for the things that bind you to slave and pressure you even more
    Why wait for the whispers from the grave, why wouldn’t you let your heart be bold, where the gift of life is renewed with each day’s turn, soon all of these fearful shadow truths will arise- why not live today, bold and free and be the best that we can be?

    Watchwords:
    Let your be bold, not to slave
    To love, to live and chase the fire
    The shadow makes its claim
    Would grudges linger in your heart

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    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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