Here is a little poem inspired by “Floating”
Flow when your friend is sick
And can’t make it to the gig
Twist the twist of fate and see
You have a choice suddenly
To do exactly as you choose.
Flow around the bumps and lumps
That life serves up
Dish yourself out something new.
Ask what’s next on the menu?
Float: when you
Cannot flow anymore,
Paralysed by too many options
like the donkey (long overdue)
between two bails of hay
could not choose and what did he do?
Float when you
cannot flow anymore
when the water won’t play by your rules.
Lie on your back
face up, look at the sky.
Put the flow back in floating.
Let life row you downstream to
Its source back where you
Came from… home.
Flow on to new adventures
when you have wind in your sails.
But when you are all blown out,
Remember to float
back home.
What will you do flow or float?
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