On the days one finds their flow a little clunky ~ a little dull, near hazy yet ironic…
It may just be a simple ebb to the flow of ones chaotic norm allowing one a moment to rest,
A simple lull though it may leave one feeling like there is something missing ~ something off,
As if an element has been overlooked within this current moment upon ones lifelong quest,
Yet even once one uncovers this balancing perspective and convinces it to your mind,
It may still be a challenge to be a touch lackadaisical despite knowing in this moment ’tis rest that may be best…
Hence rather than resting one may start adding elements to the void the lull’s created,
Often things irrelevant in the long term or necessary for a different future moment,
Causing a type of procrastination in a style that seems slightly destructive when later debated,
Irrespective the importance of the side quest ones chosen to undertake instead of a replenishing component,
For even the most delightful aspect of what ones chosen to do that leaves one adequately elated,
Still drains ones being further ~ rather than energetically recharging one’s being for their next task style opponent.
Thus if one cannot ‘switch off and allow their being time to replenish with any element of ease,
Perhaps finding a meditative task to balance ones flow with a relaxing style of task may bring a greater please,
As sprinkling ‘tasks’ akin to disconnected yet mindful tea time can be enough to sway ones mental load to appease,
The stresses that weigh one towards burnouts grasp threatening one to be crawling into bed completely quanked on their knees,
Wishing they’d taken that lackadaisical moment when life’s load was light to read ‘neath the trees,
Yet when the next lull arrives they will probably once again find a way to push rather than chill leaving replenishment once again a thought upon the breeze…
The Poetic Life 2.0 