There’s no doubt that I’m anxious. My ultimate dream
Still keeps me up and running the rugged rat race.
I relinquish control albeit nervously
But the current is speeding up quite rapidly.
I’m accomplishing all the things that I embrace
But again I am moving too fast in the stream.
Everything though is relative. If an airplane
Is high up in the sky and moving at high speed
There is little resistance. But if on the ground
Then a case of white knuckles would be quite profound.
From my vantagepoint having the need to succeed
It remains hard to deal with for such little gain.
Have I really let go of the oars or have I
Held on to the belief that my work must feel hard?
Letting myself flow downstream should not be a chore.
I am doing enough. My doing any more
Is counterproductive. With sufficient regard
To the way that I’m feeling things can’t go awry.
When I get into sync with divine energy
It takes little to no action to manifest.
When I am flowing with it I do not feel it.
It seems like I am soaring. Indeed I am fit
To pursue my heart’s passion without feeling stressed.
Consciousness, clarity, and guidance are with me.