The plan
Is to feel out options.
To think and feel
To see and hear,
To know, but not to judge.

Long term plans
Depend on the time/place frame.
But if I am frameless picture,
Are plans more pure and bold,
Unhindered by thoughts
That supposedly made them?

Spontaneity is a plan
Made less-than-seconds ahead,
And a million years ago,
Like a seed that finally feels
Its time is right to grow.

I resolve to dissolve
All plans and expectations
In the ocean of True Self,
To let them wash ashore
And hope they crystallize
Into a pattern I can see.

Until then,
I let myself float
In a sea of all,
And resolve.