The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on

How do I get back into flow?
Is there a kink in the system?
Like a hose with a knot
The full force is slowed.

Not completely stopped,
But there is a definite blockage,
A detour.
And my resourcefulness gets turned on.

It lays dormant when life feels easy,
Downstream, and at one with the current.
Less debris
Less diverged channels.

Life has its interruptions.
Where the flow is now a trickle
Does that mean my journey is at its end?
Am I fixated on the muddy tracks of water,
The stagnant spots?

If I look closer, as the sediment has settled,
Things can be clear when I focus.
Sometimes rest, not resourcefulness,
Is in order.

To lie in the earth
To watch the clouds
To catch my breath
To feel rested and recharged, then I’m ready
To begin the journey again.


With Fresh Eyes

With fresh eyes
I begin again
in meditation.

Sounds and thoughts pass by.
Just like the breath.
I am the silent witness.

Waves of awareness
Swirl around me.

Can I follow a sound
From inception to conclusion?
What stories and assumptions 
do I attach to them?

Can I bring peaceful presence
To my everyday life,
To each encounter,
To each thought?

I begin again
With fresh eyes
And an open heart.