Sudden thought 4 a.m. last night. Gradual write 1 p.m. today.
Sudden Stop
Sudden stop!
It happens.
Hormones, circumstance,
Plans, points of view…
We never know when, how, or who.
Hayden did it;
One hundred seven symphonies
Then pop! He stopped!
New interests possibly. Priorities
Revised, amended, switched, adjusted,
All glued to wind’s gust in Time.
Passions wane.
What was one’s cup of tea
Of no concern:
Hobbies and ambitions bore;
Not worth the chasing, striving for.
Live in the now!
One’s being led somehow –
It just to trust the inner voice
That knows the inner best.
It’s all a chance and all a test,
Gift and skill and innovation ever prompts.
The sudden never stops.
Sudden Stop 10.19.2021 the Processes: Creative, thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin
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