Daily writing prompt
Which activities make you lose track of time?
When one becomes one with the task they’re undertaking completely in a moment,
Hours can dissolve into perceived minutes through ones perspective,
An entire day vanishing in what seems like a single brushstroke,
Only to be discovered when the suns set creating thoughts deflective,
Triggering a new moment of introspection to unveil ones progress in time unseen,
Filled with satisfying achievements rather than a stolen day of procrastinations reflective.
For time doesn’t pass us by ~ we can just become focused to the point we don’t see it leave,
Each breath becoming a progressive element swallowing a moment that can last all day,
‘Till something jolts us from our entranced focus forcing us to take a reprieve,
However when ’tis a creations completion bringing a natural ending to a moment in a timeless foray,
’Tis bittersweet to have finalised the creation through to the point you probably struggled to even believe,
Would be possible in moments you’ve productively procrastinated away before diving meditatively into it’s parlay.
As when in the middle of doing something we truely enjoy our mind vanishes,
Into a state where nothing but our task exists ~ the clock/phone/thoughts/distractions ~ them it just banishes,
Thus whilst the clocks hands may move; focus and silence pause ones perception of time ~ bringing an array of advantages,
Allowing us a moment for seraphic lucubration to evolve through the way it establishes,
Our mental focus akin to a hot laser on a point it burns and eventually ravages,
Until it quintessentially finds it’s completion ~ irrespective it be by force or otherwise finishes.
For when we give all of our focus to our tasks with no notice of the clocks ticking ~ just our motion,
The world around us may be cycling through its day like nothing is ajar,
Yet we’re flowing mind and body at one in a moment with complete mental devotion,
Creating our current masterpiece ~ weaving it into reality for those afar,
Unaware of anything outside our unintended bubble of quiescence deflecting commotion,
Akin to creating it not in our current location but isolated from all on a distant star...
Thus when we’re so deep in a task that we only come up for breath when the sun makes way for night,
Once hot beverages finding the sink and bright eyed children demanding a snack,
We know we’re in a divine place of alignment both within ourselves and what we ripple to the world,
In a seraphic flow seemingly designed just for us where nothing we need is in lack,
For all can be perceived as perfectly where ’tis supposed to be in any given moment,
Whilst one ventures onwards through their poetic lifestyle energetically on track.
The Poetic Life 2.0 