River of time, don’t mind, just know, all flow.

Like eddy currents or galaxies.

Together or apart…. makers art….and  happy, in the flow.

Convergence, divergence, resurgence in time.

Learned it all in nursery rhymes, then lived it, in the flow.

Humble, flexible, trustworthy, giving, kind, ideas that flow right through our minds….

and now I have ideas of you, for you, with you.

I think I’ve found the unbreakable parts, in the flow, the spirit, the energy and ideas.

Your’s and mine, for a time, in the flow.

God’s all the time.

I’m sustaining curiosity, with ideas in nonstop flow, until we blink or rest.

We do our best, and we can rest in flow.    

All is in becoming, evolving in grace, resolving when we will or won’t, do or don’t..

It’s spirit and mind in the matter… the idea of matter… and matter is mother of more ideas.

Moving in measure and not, tuned in or out, without a doubt, it’s all music and light, in the flow.

Who moved my cheese? I might have sneezed, wind in your hair, a flower dear, a summer breeze.

Set sail for unity in willful serenity, or let slack and flap with sounds and pops that never stop…

In the flow.

No need to race, just lift your face to the waves of a perceptual moment, a moment of choice we pause or play, in the flow, and let go. 

Look within. You’re not your thoughts….you’ve had more than you’ve forgot, just history and mystery.

You decide what is real, and what is delusion, and after a while you will flow. 

I’ll be the breeze from the sneeze, the flower in your hair.

If you’re aware…..then I’m there in the flow.  

I say, relax and relish,

In the Flow.