Intentional Thought Poem by Carol Toebe Whiting

Recognize the ritual
In everything we do
Mindless habitual
Becomes something new

An intentional thought
Is what I really sought
Instead I heard
Some empty words
That take their shape
From a distant mindscape

From faltering first step
To the last gasp stagger
How long we’ve slept
To avoid destiny’s dagger

I hone intuition
And goad suspicion
With meditative abstraction
A seductive attraction

Easily misread
Intentionally misled
Psychic vibes inside my head
Wisdom’s pathway I’ll gladly tread

Go remote
Actively engage
Does one emote
Or become enraged

Recognize the ritual
In everything we do
Mindless habitual
Becomes something new

Simple fixation
Complex obsession
Extraordinary sensation
This life’s confession

Reframe human faults
With positive focus upon intentional thoughts