Translation

I slide into the flow 

of a career long past, 

picking up here, 

moving things about, 

tending to the bread dough 

ready for the oven. 

There is no rhyme nor reason 

 ~ no great job to complete;

each focus driven and pointed. 

Merely the reality of my mind's 

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moving the coffee table, 

the couch, the pile of papers, 

towels and blankets on the floor 

~ a new design.

“…It is when we act freely, for the sake of the action itself rather than 

for ulterior motives, that we learn to become more than what we were.”

~ Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, Flow: The Psychology of Optimal Experience