So, dear, ego,
I will plan,
because it brings you peace.
I will list and count,
lay out before me
on journal pages and documents
where I want to go
and the steps I will take to get there.
And when it all goes up in flames
for the seventeenth time
and the smoke begins to burn your eyes
and you panic as all the preparation becomes insignificant
and you want to give up
because now you are crushed
I will not say, “I told you so,”
even though, I did tell you so—
that plans are your invention,
made up by you and for you
and I discovered long ago
after disaster eleven
that plans are only good
for a false sense of security,
that real security,
comes from detaching from the belief
that we need any at all.
I typically don’t share my poetry here on the blog but this one came through me like a sneeze the other day so I couldn’t help but share.
Constantly reminding myself that everything will be okay whether I plan or not.
Hope you enjoy this piece and it brings you the PEACE that it brings me.