3 pages feels a lot to write…

3 pages feels a lot to write & I know its here for me— for patience to allow the thoughts & depths to flow. Flow, that is the name of the game lately. I feel restraint in what I want to write, not really wanting to ‘go there.’ Because I don’t want to complain or moan about things I know will seize to show when I just decided to follow flow. A better question now is what would be intentioned? — Forward thinking thoughts. Forward, that is flow. How would I like coffee to go. Outside in our chairs, taking in the outdoors— and conversation on connection more deeply. I’m realizing its important to contribute in the direction, to known, have an intention— not really a boundary— that seems so harsh— but moreso the will to speak up, say, redirect when I wish and I may. To keep the crankies at bay and speak right away to lessen delay. Why would I delay my own joy & pleasure. It feels good to feel good, why not feel good more. Noticing… what sort of things feel good. when they do, why the do— and then follow that to more and more. How long can I keep up feeling good. How long can I remain assured, ushered, to this moment, to this here and now to feel some way, somehow — this is my here and now to guess what I have a say in how I see my day - in what and when I follow through, in thoughts I entertain, make true, it carries on through and through in all the things I say and do. It’s here and now, the power house — of sight and direction, this is the lesson, the moment is here, keep it always so near as to see & discern that direction. That is the lesson. Life is a blessing, treat it as so— as you walk to and fro, look up at the sky, see with your eye, all that it is that surrounds you. At night, look to the stars, beyond to mars and think of the sun, for we have won. Everything, everything changes. Everything, everything changes. The tide, the light, look in the night, the ebb, the flo, the open door, to see within and without what is revealed, it’s all the things that wish to be healed, at night they’re free to come and be seen and wash with light in the morn, lest they be mourned or adorned, let you be warned, release is the only way to be free. The tree releases its leaves, be free, even though it helped it grow, it’s here for a season, and there is a reason, for that the branches know. They’re strong & they rise, up to the skies, despite that which has parted. The way we go, is the way we started, so go through life open-hearted. Heart to heart, you never can part, you see that tha’s how this all started. Heart to heart, that is the start, you see your dearly departed, are here & now, in the grass, in the cow, that knows the way of the world, so be here now, listen to the could that goes and flows overhead. You’re all alive and none is dead, so keep looking forward, straight ahead, keep looking forward straight ahead. The past is dead, the past is dead, keep looking forward, straight ahead. The past is dead. Keep looking forward, straight ahead, the path is dead, the path is dead. Keep looking forward at what’s ahead, you’re being led, you’re being led. Keep looking forward, go ahead, you’re being led. You’re being led. ❤︎