What's that? Where are my glasses? 
Too short sighted, staring at my arse hairs
Very short sighted, ouroboro sighted
Twisted turned, head up the tight end

Spending too much time thinking bout the screws
Not looking where I'm going, staring at my shoes. 
Feel the step in the walk and the sun in the shine
Keep it going, keep it flowing, make your way down the line. 

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Sometimes I get a little too focused on the doing and I forget about the meaning.

I have an every day to-do list. I call it my dailies¹:

Write a poem
Draw a cartoon
Journal
Practice a Language
Practice music
Take a picture
Process photos
Write 500 words
Get 30min of sun
Exercise

Lately, I’ve been getting a little too focused on the doing and I’ve been forgetting about the feeling. The Essence. The Juice.

Sometimes you forget how to see. It’s a wonder. You can go through a spurt of creativity and your eyes are so sharp, your senses are so in tune with reality, stories are everywhere to be harvested. Then, it all stops. All you can see is the blank page in front of you and feel the tacky plastic keyboard under your sweaty fingertips.

You tell yourself, “This ain’t right. This level of production will not stand. This is unacceptable.” And you push yourself to do more. To maintain the routine. To stick to it. Put the hammer to the nail and bang it in. Bent. Broken. Blunt.

Then, these practices become just another checklist item. Another chore. Put on your socks. Drink your water. Take the vitamin pill. Eat your steamed vegetables.

To get back to it, though, all it takes is a bit of pause. Sit down. Listen to the sky. Let the days run past so you can look and see.

¹ Like a reference to movie production dailies. On the sets where they would use analogue film, directors would wait everything morning to receive the ‘dailies’, the developed footage from the day before.