Sometimes when we’re struggling to focus on any given task,
’Tis not a case of we need to practice techniques to hone our mind,
But rather that we’ve too varied a collection of tasks upon our to do list,
Scattering our thoughts vastly ~ too far afield from our core’s alignment to find,
Prohibiting our focus from easily holding this moments selection in the way we desire.
Thus as our mind delves from element to element often straying from where we’d like,
Mentally hastening to comprehend the task at hand then going to the next ‘fore we’re done,
Akin a bee tending flower by flower and venturing to the first step in the next while dodging a kite,
Our thoughts struggling to maintain stability if we’re forever bouncing on the run,
Tasks swirling rather than decompiling awaiting their selection in the next moments plight.
For even if one were to light a candle and practice watching it’s flame,
One may observe it’s dance with the slightest of unfelt breeze far from tame,
As our world can be perceived to be in a constant state of varying styles of chaos’ reign,
Each being in a constant state of doing even if their doing is currently slow and serene,
Or a faster paced moment supporting others as a component of an out to win team…
Hence remember this: Tasks will forever be as plentiful as stars in a clear nights sky,
All differing and lying in wait for their moment of observation in your minds focus,
Thus while one need allow themselves to just flow as unobstructed as they can in the moment that’s nigh,
Surrendering to the task at hand can at times do more for productivity than other types of hocus pocus,
Promoting one’s flow rather than increasing burnout and tensions already unideally high.
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Caught up in Elements Flailing
When one creates from an idea that sparks a flame within,
Often we get carried away in the passion of our creation,
Getting caught up in the processes that we know how to execute,
Letting them roll into the world infused with a flow high in elation.
Thus they roll into the world swiftly all too often with unknown elements missing,
Leaving us flailing to evolve what we’ve created into that which we envision it to aspire,
Triggering us to then redo parts of our creations we worked on so vigorously,
So they can continue in the world with everything they possibly may require.
This leaves us searching ~ troubleshooting ~ caught up in elements flailing,
Lost in the sea of information often irrelevant to what we’re trying to make into a thing,
Unless we find a resonant aspect of guidance from those whom have successfully created things before us,
We may as well go bury our efforts an epic cyber space variant of bull dust.
Thus why we need seek out support that can guide our creative process through to fruition,
Knowing ’tis often an investment we need yet are rather hesitant to make,
Despite our limiting knowledge on how it may help to swiftly propel,
Our creations to a new level that the current stagnation holds firmly at stake!
So it is with this perspective of thought in mind I now guide you onwards,
Through to a place abundant with support and guidance on ones path of creating,
From whatever your ideas and passions may lead you to ~ perhaps even ones your unaware of,
Though when you decide to adjourn through thepoeticlife2.biz is for your own debating.
Thought Stew
When we gain an idea we want to bring to the world,
Letting it sit too long in our minds is the worst thing we can do,
For too long and it shall begin to diminish much like a distant dream,
Into the abyss that we all have in our minds that resembles thought stew…
Thus despite our urgency to create our idea’s into this world,
We need first find a moment to fit them into our day,
For we’ve all a million things to remember to do daily,
And adding to our list in abundance can just send burnout our way.
Though we also need to act upon our ideas hastily,
Or at least take the time to write down all their components within our mind,
To reduce their likelihood of becoming an element of the thought stew,
Lost to us possibly then forever to the universes time.
And yet our best ideas are always able to find a way to transpire,
At times even keeping us up all night so they may come into reality,
For when an idea fills our ‘passion meter’ to overflowing,
We cannot not create it through to its totality!
Shall it Quasi Entail?
Work. Most of us seem to be caught within it’s bind,
Forever mundane though its flow may be until we’re ready to loose our mind,
Though what if it were something we should consider only to quasi entail?
Something our lives should be enhanced by not revolve around or fail?
Perhaps be there an element we’ve never acknowledged much before,
Like something that’s been buried we should dare to explore,
Yet whilst we venture forth shall we record all we implore?
For most ‘rabbit holes’ can have variations galore!
Thus season vie season ‘till we’re fore wallowed and quanked,
Our imaginations disappointed on the quantifiable progression of goals that are yet to be banked,
Shall it quasi entail all we’re yet to have manifested?
Surly hope enlightens us not to seem thoroughly bested.
In times our minds boggle and we’ve increased overwhelm,
Some may suggest time be spent a moment within meditations realm,
Though perhaps also a moment where reflection should take over one’s helm,
May keep our lives in greater holistic balance aligning akin an elm.
Only then shall it be remotely wise to one’s mind,
To venture onwards with velleity to lucubrate in kind,
Remembering per-tenaciousness could divert efforts back to a bind,
Where the only reprieve is thoughts of one’s life’s elements each quasi entail, all seraphically in balance, aligned.
Idea be Thine
Ever have an amazing idea you long to bring to life?
Yet haven’t known exactly how to make it actually so,
I’ve been there many a time before myself as well,
And I think you may just require what this poem has in stow…
As when we get amazing ideas popping into our thoughts,
We may have elements we already know how to apply,
But what of the other elements? Our knowledge and research skills can only take us so far,
How do we navigate the ideas onward to the world beyond you and I?
For to the world in general ‘tis irrelevant if an idea be thine or thous,
Nor if we’ve worked on it from scratch hours upon hours,
If near not a soul can find it; it truly only exists for us alone,
Which for some may shatter dreams through to their very bone…
Yet though we be much like a droplet in the oceans vast,
A tiny leaf upon a massive, wise ancient tree with its roots steadfast,
There’s always room for us and our creations in this world,
We just need to learn how to cast it out into the sea successfully unfurled.
Now, though there’s always a multitude of ways for one to go about this,
The way I find to be ideal for launching ideas from thoughts to creations so that the world can enjoy a squiz,
Where one can become more informed and guided further upon the journey that ideas to fruition is…
Waiting… With Times Metronome.
Tick, tock, tick, tocks the clock upon the wall, Sending a quiet reminder out to one and all, Whether it be flying on by, right away from you, Or crawling along slowly till it finally strikes two, That time is still continuing, even if it seems so still, And how you use that time is what can really kill. Perhaps you're a child sitting patiently in a class, Waiting anxiously for the rest of the time to pass, Someone waiting in a long line at a rather busy store, After shopping around for their purchases galore, A fisherman waiting on his biggest catch to bite, Or maybe you're waiting for next Saturday night. The nervous groom awaiting his beautiful bride, An equestrian waiting for their next big ride, A pregnant mother awaiting her unborn child, Whose fears and anxiety go from severe to mild, To think at some point down the future track, She will be waiting for her 'help' to come on back. We seem to spend a lot of time just waiting, It seems to be necessary to our patience creating, Helping prepare us for life's many test after test, Giving us time to contemplate, learn and rest, Providing we use our time waiting with care, We may productively become further than there. For in our lives so short, we have little precious time, Thus wasting any seems our greatest personal crime, Yet we spend so much rushing to get so little done, The next thing we may know it's almost all gone, Then we say it's all flown past so very quick, But still the clock goes the same tick, tock, tick!