On being stuck

I remember when I used to feel stuck,
when life was like wading through treacle,
with those heavy dream steps which take
so much effort and lead nowhere.
But when I stopped believing in the word stuck,
I found I simply was and even the treacle,
was warm, embracing and an experience
which asked only for mindfullness.
And then there was no stuckness,
no being trapped in clinging depths,
just a sense of living, in the moment,
even if nothing moved - not even I.