A short poem about following our intuition.
They say less can be more and worse can be better.
I know where I am today, but I think that there’s never;
Never a bad time, to be a beginner.
Trying to unwind, and keep myself centered.
Life is this amazing thing and it’s better together.
Woke up this morning, feeling better than ever.
Surround myself with amazing folks I bet on my people.
Spreading love to who I can, I try to better the people.
Don’t know what’s outside the door. I just squint through the peephole.
Trusting each step will be there, and avoiding the deep hole.
Knowing that time is limited, and not to be too cerebral.
Rather fill life will experiences wrapped up in a spring roll.
Trusting the process, even through times so deceitful;
It’s the journey not the destination, in life there is not a sequel.
So why not design the ultimate experience, one nothing less than regal.
Soaring through space and time, wings spread wide like an eagle.
Because birds somehow just know, when it’s time for migration.
An internal compass so strong, guiding without causation.
The great wildebeests’ herds, once a year to change their location.
And the uterus sheds in times of menstruation.
These beautiful processes are all apart of our creation,
But somehow we get mixed up and lose our foundation.
We get fixated on work, with misaligned incentives come frustration;
Losing our footing and things can get lost in translation.
Worrying about politics, the economy and QE effects on inflation?
We lose sight of our primal instincts even such things as hydration.
How do we turn the tables back to what matters most, some sort of rotation?
Maybe we just start by what we tell ourselves, and control our narration.