The process

The process is how to seek
To feel the search
To savor the findings
To walk the path
Feel how it moves
How it talks to you
Me

If I see a shortcut fore me
A step that will skip three others
Do I pounce on it?
Do I pretend it's not there?
Who says which is the path?
Infinite paths


Ahhhhhh
One path


Yet in the entrails of the strong currents
Woulds and what-if's arise.
Yes, they do.
They need not not arise.
Stray wandering bubbles arise from an untamed flow
And I reach out
Ah, the mind reaches out its
Countless arms, trying to catch them all


"No, wait, you could have been the one. Let me follow you now."
"ah, more bubbles! Wait, that one looks shiny too! Is it that one?"
untamed flow
Uneven viscosity
Racing time
Trying to beat reality
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Hilarious, silly, in theory
In body, strong, passionate, tense
Associated concepts bring tension
Desire of feeling her turn herself and offer her love back to my body
Desire of feeling her sexual energy churn through her
Desire of reaching her sex
Desires
And a reality lukewarm with warm touches and attempting grasps
A teeter totter swinging between care and lust
A mind distracted with goals