Wandering

wandering aimfully
one foot meaningfully placed in front of the other.
as if blind, as if deaf,
with only a tingle in my middle to
lead me on.

scary. yet better.
infinitely more accurate
than all the plans i ever made
bringing me daily closer
to my life’s purpose

makes no sense,
i have stopped wishing it would.

i only smile with the constant moments
of synchronicity.

the flow of irrational blessings.

the joy of not knowing, the relief
of not being responsible
nor needing to judge,

good things, bad things
fortune or curse

knowing its ALL in the plan.