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It’s a common theme for me. Seeking flow. Seeking relationship with flow. Seeking surrender. Seeking contribution. There’s a certain feeling that goes with it, I notice. And joy. And sometimes, the kind of “oh dear” that comes with even a half-raised eyelid of awakeness that knows things are about to change. It’s a common theme for many of us.
With that in mind, I found a few words writing me this morning. For inspiration.
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Can’t Not?
In this life
I seek flow.
It is flow
with life itself.
Flow with life as river
that ineffably
finds its way to sea or sky
because it can’t not.
Flow with life as fire
that flickers or bursts
its way upward
because it can’t not.
Flow with life that is growth in spring
that persists through
rock, dirt, field, and even paved parking lot
because it can’t not.
I wonder if there is a flow
that perhaps takes decades,
and perhaps enough challenging circumstance,
to reach the point at which it can’t not be surrendered to?
That’s funny, right.
Because death will come
just as surely as birth,
when again, flow, simply, can’t not.
I love this.