Once in a while or a day
it’s a great idea to play
to stand things on their head
or turn them around instead
Imagine, if you will
the surprises that can arise
when, with flow, you flex and turn
yet centered, in Spirit still
Whence the bottom becomes top
and the world, it flip flops
Let the child in you be awake
for the joy of it, for goodness sake…
with the rhythm of the day
He flowed through the activities
on a joyous cloud of excitement
Riding the thrill
that used to be called fear
Sensing the ruffled edge
of something far bigger than the ego
And suspecting that it bore witness
to even greater possibilities
He surrendered with a nod
to the flow of the process
as it unfolded
Miracles ensued…
He was always on time
for his life…
Every delay, every stumble
Every time he fell
into the abyss —
He was always
perfectly on time…
