Moments of inspiration are difficult to recapture.

The precise pathways and momentary clarity that occurs when the energies align themselves into an assembly of sorts that suddenly makes complete sense…

Not in any logical sense sort of way…

Yet, it makes perfect sense.

I mean crystal clear and if I don’t step into that moment to be curious and open and to explore/grow rather than terrified I just “broke” the natural chaos of things and slam it shut simply by closing my heart and retreating to my head to tell me – explain to me just what was that moment that couldn’t be right or really have happened.

I’m not that smart Is what the once mighty thinker realizes & hurries my focus elsewhere.

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