Let Clarity Be Ruthless

I honor the quiet exchange, noticing how every detail I add covers something else, because the page only holds so much meaning,
I honor the quiet exchange, I admit I’ve cluttered my work out of fear, then complained that the final piece felt dull and confusing,
I honor the quiet exchange, I confess I need courage to choose what matters, because choosing means sacrificing other possibilities I might still love,
I honor the quiet exchange, am I disciplined enough to build one pillar at a time instead of scattering my strength across everything I could become,
I honor the quiet exchange, I give one path my season and let the rest wait their turn…

I let honest seeing be ruthless, I notice how truth stings before it steadies me, because it removes what I used as comfort,
I let honest seeing be ruthless, I see how I’ve defended fragile work simply because I was attached to the effort that made it,
I let honest seeing be ruthless, I want the work to breathe clean air, but my ego stacks layers so no one can reach the fragile center,
I let honest seeing be ruthless, is my ego guarding scraps while my future starves,
I let honest seeing be ruthless, I choose strength over sentiment and allow the work to breathe…

I pause to feel if I’m at ease, I notice how the body keeps score, and no matter how loud I get, I still have to live inside myself after the noise,
I pause to feel if I’m at ease, I admit I’ve mistaken release for relief, then wondered why my chest still feels tight after all the crying,
I pause to feel if I’m at ease, I confess I want to be someone who can calm down on purpose, not only when I’m forced to,
I pause to feel if I’m at ease, is this helping the symptom or feeding the story,
I pause to feel if I’m at ease, I choose the action that actually comforts me…

I shape by releasing, I notice how subtraction feels like grief sometimes, like losing details is losing proof that I tried,
I shape by releasing, I admit I’ve kept too much because I was afraid the empty space would expose how unsure I feel about who I am becoming,
I shape by releasing, I accept that what remains is stronger, and that strength requires me to stand behind it without disguise,
I shape by releasing, am I willing to trust the simplest form of my truth,
I shape by releasing, I remove the excess and let the piece breathe, because integrity needs space more than approval…

Watchwords:
Every detail added covers something else,
Choosing means sacrificing possibilities I love,
Is my ego guarding scraps while art starves,
I’ve mistaken release for relief,
I remove the excess and let breathe,

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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