Moments come in the spreading threads of self
When effort has been expelled
Strain slackened with the epilogue
And a new oneness found
The dream intangible has been given shape
The colours seep into the paper
Never to be altered again
The reverberations from the throat and string
Have been sculpted into their destined sequence
The person who was lost in the work is now back
Here to reflect on the intangible now tangible
While the joy of accomplishment is natural
So too is the loss of what making was to you
While you wait, restless
The compass now fidgety and unhelpful
Wait for the eyes to see your picture
Ears to hear your song
Minds to connect with your story
Know its okay to feel lost right now too
Time will come when you and flow are the same again
Until then
Clear out the cobwebs that grew around you
See life in the now
Follow your gut, the itches and urges
And warm yourself with whatever feels right as a reward
Because you'll find the flow again
Don't worry