Daily writing prompt
What daily habit do you do that improves your quality of life?
When we find our vocational efforts flailing,
And the flow to our days scattering askew,
We need to explore within ourselves and our plans to find,
The exact elements that need realigning or adjusting,
To relieve us from our malfunctioning/disconnected bind…
As sometimes ’tis not what we’re attempting to achieve,
That is fragmented or misaligned to our core deep within,
But another element throwing our flow off via it’s energetic ripple,
Hence it may simply be akin to not switching off the tv the moment needed for the next days win,
Or not taking a replenishing moment for your body/soul/mind that throws ones future into a quibble.
Thus why ’tis paramount one listens to themselves ~ listens to what their body is telling them,
For ’tis too often from what we initially ignore that flailing elements creating our unbalance stem,
As even something seemingly irrelevant to manifesting our long term goals the size of an em,
Can quintessentially throw our ability to successfully lucubrate seraphically epically into mayhem,
Outing our ability to create even our most aligned endeavours into a magnificent gem.
Therefore once one unveils the faltering element efforts to realign it should be swiftly sought,
For the longer it’s astray the greater the challenges one shall face from the resulting disconnection,
As every passing moment it causes deeper energetic rifts which eventually filter into one’s physical,
Irrespective ones current ability to cast a regular late yet enjoyable night with others into mental deflection,
At some point in one’s future it shall have evolved into something possibly debilitating and quizzical.
So if one’s balance is askew and the obvious answers aren’t the elements befogging your desired flow,
Perhaps ’tis time to look deeper into regular unacknowledged near unconscious habits unseen,
For they may just be withholding the debris creating misaligned energetic disconnection that’s fraught,
Throwing off everything one attempts with their spiralling splinters aggravating wounds,
Until they’re discovered/abolished/realigned and one’s healed from the initially harmless affects they’ve wrought.
The Poetic Life 2.0 