When our lives seem a little clunky ~ like they’ve gears needing more than oil,
We may find the only path we’ve through ‘tis one of divine surrender,
Trusting the universe can wash us to the other end of our moment of turmoil,
Rather than us forcing our way on ~ undertaking what we believe to be right,
Thus unknowingly lengthening the time we’re astray and hence tightening chaos’s coil…
For whilst lucubrating onwards despite a lack of flow may seem a perfect way to grind,
One’s way through; say, writers block ~ results in words near guaranteed to be less than sublime,
With minimal flow and even less enjoyment to those whom attempt to decipher them in their mind,
Hence it may be best to surrender a moment to allow oneself to recalibrate to their flow for a time,
Before continuing on with ones endeavours so they may unveil energetically seraphically entwined.
As gone are the days of tirelessly hustling from a place of internal disconnect enrage,
Aligned to ones own beat triumphing over burnout as one’s preferred focus ascends the stage,
Fully supported at least energetically and mindfully flowing ideas onto a style of page,
Whilst one crafts their vocational endeavours into our fast evolving world akin a spell a mage,
Rather than stagnating their ever growing cloud of ideas into whatever type it be they’re cage.
And so on one ventures, working in the way they’ve ultimately planned/evolved/ designed,
Be it a job they love or lucubrating away on their own creations ’tis irrelevant if ’tis in alignment,
Allowing one’s life to flow at the pace that can be perceived to near be divinely assigned,
At least illusionarily to all whom view with minimal insight upon what is actually endured,
’Tis harmoniously an exquisite element of ones ever mindful lifestyle that’s easily combined.
The Poetic Life 2.0 