Life is Poetry

Life is Poetry: 

usually it's the first few thoughts that occur to me as I near the keyboards, that's what I write about, nothing planned, and it's just a free flow of ideas until a theme begins to develop. I consider it all lyrical prose, poetry in the sense that I search for a natural rhythm of words, being most concerned with flow and phrases that have a certain beauty of their own. In someways I could say that this is channeled writing, directly from some inner source that calls for it's expression. My role is to simply show up each morning, willing to set my own agenda aside, listening, and writing the words that are so easily given. 

like right now, with these words, and still I have no idea on this will unfold. 

so it's about faith, trusting in a process that serves me daily and has done so for decades now. I know that words will appear, but I have to be ready to receive them, rituals performed. These aren't done with the purpose of invoking inspiration, not really, that's more the effect that seems to emerge from meditation, from my breathwork, and morning Sun Salutation - these are rituals done with no purpose other than the joy they provide completely on their own, nothing needs to be derived from their performance. 

yet truly, my morning is transformed. 

my entire life is poetry in a sense, a natural rhythm of stillness and motion, silence and ideas, and nothing's been none to achieve this. It's just how things flow, for all of us, and we only have to notice how life plays in themes of inspiration. Yes, sometimes, maybe often, there's sorrow, that we suffer loss and life will be a struggle. Life is poetry, it tells a story through these themes, and there is a rhythm present here too if only we take notice, being mindful of  the current story told. My morning ritual reminds me to listen to the theme that's playing through my life right now, it delivers words that help me express it, an aid to healing and finding joy within the present moment. 

no matter what theme is currently playing now. 

it's all poetry. 

and the first few thoughts that occur to me this morning...

remind me that it's so. 

~

Peace, Eric