The Flow

Summary

The web content is a reflective prose poem that captures the author's experience during a late-night walk under the stars and their contemplation on the concept of "flow" as opposed to structured routine.

Abstract

The author of the prose poem, inspired by their muse and a 17-minute walk at 2 a.m., shares an introspective journey that challenges the need for routine. They describe waking up in a dissociative fog, deciding to take a walk rather than engage in high-intensity exercise, and experiencing a sense of wonder and connection with the universe. The night sky, the presence of Orion, and the sighting of deer contribute to a feeling of being part of something larger. The author reflects on a subsequent decision to play tennis, which leads to a spontaneous flow of events, reinforcing the theme that life does not require the structure of routine. The central message is that individuals, like the author, who are averse to routine (referred to as "claustrophobes"), possess a vision that allows them to perceive their connection to the universe and the "Source," negating the need for additional societal structures.

Opinions

The author values spontaneity and organic experiences over planned routines.
There is a belief that some things are meant to happen and should not be forced.
The author expresses a deep connection with nature and the cosmos, which provides a sense of belonging and guidance.
The poem suggests that societal constructs can be limiting and that some individuals have the insight to transcend these limitations.
The author acknowledges the influence of another writer, Diana C., in shaping their perspective on claustrophobia and the aversion to restrictive routines.

Prose poem inspired by my muse and a 17-minute walk at 2 a.m. under the stars

09.22.23 Note:

I just read a beautiful Benighted creation, Artificial Lights, Real Feelings A poem on the intersection of reality and wishful thinking, which if you have not read, I hope you will. Their poem notes said, “Some things just happen the way they are supposed to happen, no matter how much we try to influence the outcome….Don’t try to force things,” which reminded me of this prose poem I published in December 2020.

Where shall I start? This morning? Last night? Does it matter? Does the structure of the poem about living without routine require a beginning and an end?

I didn’t know what it was about when first I was in my idea, pace, think, pace more mode, but then again, inside of course knew

I woke a little after 00:00, very groggy, no, dissociatively foggy as is my norm these days both as I nod off and as I wake, then it’s sixteen after one when I decide to put feet on the floor

shall I break the haze with some HIIT as has smacked so well — Nah, I feel like a walk

I turn north out the door, it’s quite dark, perhaps my friends are behind clouds, but then my eyes adjust and a warm smile engulfs my face as I begin my stroll along Milky Way

My sense of wonderous awe grows with every step, and then POW as I turn south for home, the sky is vast and my friend Orion smiles and I get warmer yet chills

Will wonder never cease, I am not alone — the silhouettes of a herd of deer dart across the road perhaps 40 yds yonder, disappearing into the leafless thicket as suddenly as they had appeared

I am like a tourist looking up at the lights of Times Square the whole way home until I start to listen to the wind talk to me with the chimes on the house up the hill and with the chatter from the crisp brown leaves that somehow on 23.12.20 still cling to their branches despite the firm breeze

At a point in time several hours past from this POV I decided to play tennis for the first time in two years; I called and booked a lesson for 8pm — waiting on the court at 8 minutes after I call the desk “Where is the Pro?” “Oh, I heard you say court time. A lesson one books directly with the Pro.” I don’t say, “WTF have you been smoking?”

“Do you have a ball machine…?” and so the flow continued

Idea, pace, think, time to write. MacOS update on iMac has 26 minutes to go. Go get laptop…

What is the central idea about which I am so ready to write? Flow. Go with it. We do not need the structure of routine. That’s what the myopes need. We claustrophobes cannot and will not allow our potential to be limited by false societal constructs; possessing the eyesight of hawks, we discern from our lofty perches. We have the vision to know that we have all the structure we need all the time because we perceive the connection between us and everything — we, the stars, the leaves, the flag on the pole barking from the NW breeze, we are all connected to Source — what more structure could anyone need?

I know from the energy that just pushed through my body almost bringing me to tears that Rama agrees and so proud of me are my creators (flood gates just opened)

Note, the inspiration for the use of the word “claustrophobes” should be credited to Diana C. for this from her bio in effect at the time I wrote this piece: “𝘚𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐’𝘮 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘤.”