~~FlowingOm~~

The plan
Or lack there of
Is like the forgotten
Potted plant on the step
Brown and wilting
a reminder noticed daily
put off until the next moment

Not as strong as the streaming sunlight

And spontaneity
Is often confused
With the tangential nature
Of a mind
That cannot focus
For long
On one thing

As the next shooting star
The endless loop
Of ever changing
Synaptic waterfalls

Nonetheless
Lists of plans
bloom from my fingertips
A plethora of planned buds
Winged and winded

This, this, and this
A breeze catching
Surprised awareness
So busy
forgetting
no thing is arrant

The past
Once flaming, searing,
so heavy handed
Now sanguine, fleeting,
a feathery touch
What shaped me
slips quiescently
into my depths
The space created
for now
Frees me
Seeing clearly
just how good things are
And I understand
The need
for a different muse
A changed one
The present