Stream of consciousness

                                                           
Abstaining from its definition, 
I am using it. 
Simple vow of flowing
Never stopping and looking back
I am letting the stream flow
Like in the book Ulysses
Thoughts flow in my writings  
I do not know what I will write tomorrow
I do not have a philosophy that surpasses existence 
In the beginning was the deed I agree, and say that  
Like migratory birds I have migrated to the abode of writing. 
Any passing time takes me to the journey of letters
Colourful and varied forms of existence
That never precedes the essence.