When I resist with all my might,
My energy and attention
Can get swept away.
I no longer feel grounded.
I have lost my connection
To this present moment.
And it feels like
To my intention
To go with the flow.
Maybe it’s because
I am aware that the
Friction of change
Is so strongly felt.
Of course, I may get
Lost in the struggle,
In the will to be right,
And to brush up against
What I’d like things to be
Versus the reality.
It is a mighty struggle
And one I encounter almost daily.
I am faced with a choice.
Do I paddle upstream
Against the current
And all which is out of my control?
Do I want to expend all that
Wasted energy and effort
At the cost of missing
The present moment,
The only moment that really counts?
This is the flow that I intend to embody.
I won’t always get it right.
I’ll forget and fall into the habit of struggle.
That is the beauty of life.
We are presented with countless opportunities
To wake up, to pause.
And where there is awareness,
Acceptance is possible.
Where does inspiration come from?
It can be a fleeting idea,
A word or phrase that lights me up
And I want to become the explorer
of my own inner terrain.
It happens in solitude
And when I’m out in nature.
I feel most connected to
The wisdom of my heart.
Beauty always surrounds me,
Even in the mundane and hard times.
I just have to be willing
And open to see it.
When I connect to my heart and breath,
I feel I am taking an active role in my life.
I’m not getting carried away by the rushing tide
of emotions and circumstance.
In that moment, the magic happens.
I no longer have to struggle.
I can literally go with the flow.
Again, I return to the explorer within,
Who recognizes the difficulty in truly letting go
With surrender and vulnerability.
There is peace and ultimate freedom
To find creative solutions,
To take a beat before I react,
And to connect to my inner wisdom.
How does inspiration and the sacred come to you?