Dancing in the flow

I'm reading still in Trust the Process; trying to get a handle on the importance of approaching work as a child might approach it -- with an adventurous, exploratory spirit; open, not too caught up in the details, more dancing in the flow.  And I'm thinking -- since I referred to Joyce Wycoff's blog yesterday -- that her poem describes this beautifully, and better than I could explain in prose:

Life Purpose

The child walks 

toward passion

as naturally 

as she reaches toward 

a bright toy.

Wherever she looks, 

a world of joy beckons.

 

No thought of “should”

 or “ought” enters her head.

She just points herself 

in the direction of 

the bright beloved

and puts one foot 

in front of the other,

Moving, totally focused.

She doesn’t stop

to ask for it.

She doesn’t worry about

whether or not

it’s the right it.

She doesn’t stop to 

consider the possible responses.

She feels no fear;

she hears only

the siren call

of her one true joy.

Oh, that I felt

that clarity,

that ability

to feel passion

For every cloud 

and dust mote,

every shiny bauble

and every glittering face,

Rather than searching

high and low

for that one

right calling

That one

all-fulfilling wish,

that one bright island,

when life is a sea 

of perfect possibilities.