In the daily churn of living
I'm constantly being grabbed by a "sane" need
To get a handle on what's going on,
To grab a hold of something stationary,
To get my bearings,
To find my feet.
These urges feel like remnants of old needs to understand,
Control the hurtle,
And have it my way.
Meanwhile, the tide races on,
And I get swept off-balance once again,
Pitching head-first into the swirl.
I have to keep on re-minding myself
That life is in the water,
That the journey is in the Flow.
The rocks promise a refuge,
But if we tarry too long
We get caught-up
And stuck
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