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<center>Each dawn we rise we are bound to remake our mistakes from yesterday’s past or redo our most comfortable ways 
Each night we sleep, we are unmindful of the finite sweep where the clock ticks so softly until we scarcely hear
Our hands moves on both far and near, yet we still manage to follow our hear no matter how bold we rise each dawn
Where bodies age and fortunes fall, there lies a realm beyond this life, a holy sanctuary within all of us…




<center>No matter what may come to pass, no matter what trials and pain we must bear our mind stand firm as we look closer into those blurred glass
Reflecting truths both rare and deeper, beneath those beautiful mind lies a unique creativity of thoughts that claim strengths
Even those muscles ache and joints grow so stiff, even when illness strikes without any form of sign or warning, this flesh might fail
Tossed on seas from night to morning, daily tasks become a test to a course without any syllabus that may guide you all throughout newfound zest.





<center>In pain we find a teacher, in weakness we find strength that we never knew, but through hardship we may come and learn
Everyday perspectives are fresh and insights are new, the body limits the need not to bind, the boundless reaches the mind
Sometimes society demands press and hard, expectations weigh like stone and the crowded news grim a ceaseless guard
Makes the world’s woes of our own, judgement fly like arrows sharp which aimed to pierce our sense of worth…





<center>To soften the cries or to heal the wounds, why stand in the shadow fearing when the call to goodness will come again to still hope
Today is another day, no other way to become clearer but do not delay or push aside your growth, the chance to grow and to bloom inside
Let love and kindness take their roles for what is life, if not to be a vessel to one’s happiness and path to dreams that roar
The choice we face is like a fear’s great door, will tread to consume us, but will this terror reign, or will selfishness act to compound the pain or do good- be good while breath allows for life to be precious, here and now…




<center>Watchwords:
Fate descends, threads are torn
Shaped by seeds of kindness sown
Face its sweep beneath urgent need
The wasted days with nothing to hide
Caught in an idle greed or urgent need



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


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



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