Some folks keep doing doing and doing digging with extraordinary pace
With all of the doing and doing and doing they never enter the race
They propel themselves faster to further disaster not stopping to look at a compass
All of a sudden they stop for a moment and realize the state of their rumpus

When somebody asks the why of their tasks and what strategy motivates action
Suddenly wow it hits them somehow, their actions are devoid of traction
They stop and look and open their book searching for one page of direction
Nowhere to be found no page that is bound no product of any reflection

With some chagrin like a punch to the chin they realize it’s time to get clear
If they keep going in a state of not knowing they could end up anywhere
Then with some poise and not too much noise they create a beautiful treasure
It makes them stand tall they have a ball bestowing their gifts with such pleasure

For some it’s intention and others luck that enables a noble life goal
It seems much better to be clear on your tether so you end up feeling whole
First sit and think without blink or wink before you embark on a course
I hope you will know as your blown to and fro what is your most profound source

Do you have clarity about your life direction or are you just being blown around?
Do you have a process by which you regularly check in to see if you are on course?
If you were to create a process what would it look like?
How will you know if you are headed in the right direction?
How will you know if you are on the right path?
What standards will you use to evaluate?

– Stewart Levine ©

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