Often I stress about writing too little

Often I stress about writing too little,
Thinking that quicksand slides downward below me;
Pouting, despairing, I'm all too inured to
Wasting the daylight, once spent or relinquished
Plunges me into deep sorrow at day’s end.
Time's but a resource. This lesson I struggle
Daily to hold in clear thought; as the river
Flows with no driver through beds with no need to
Pilot its course, content, carving out channels
Merely because it is, likewise must I be.
Waters, like time, refill after they empty;
Swells in a cycle; now full and then trickling.
Dusk, though it settles, lifts into a sunrise
After each night; and time seeping forever,
On and on, newer days come to replenish
It. So I try to not stress when it comes to
Ebbing hours, here then gone, writing by moonlight
Suits me as well, for time is and is not for
Me to be master of: time's all around us,
Always in flow without end. If the river
Thought, it would not think, 'I dry out tomorrow,
Better get pouring now.' Better to be like
Water which rushes by nature without a
Care for its final day–vigor it has so
Vigor it uses. Ends never concern it.
Rivers will run until emptying out: now
Coursing, now slowing–no need to take heed of
Whether its waters fall, if it cascades or
Sleepily waters slide. Even if frozen
Over the river just waits; it will thaw and,
Just as if never stopped, wend once again its
Way throughout earth. So let me be like water,
Take some time out to not do and to feel that
Life and my work flow on inside the moments;
Pick it back up like no pause had been taken;
Realize making, like being, is tidal:
Life suffused with an art, paints of the mind can
Flow upon all. In each moment creative
Flexion's allowed its game; poetry lives in
Life. To be sure of one's entity, feeling
Surely without a need based in assurance;
Flowing in time with small heed of it, flowing
Lively because my work runs through my life; and
Learning to pour from self, much like cascading
Falls from themselves, and hone skill as though nature
Fuses to climate: at once as serene as
Brooks at another chance, torrents; in spite of
Intermittent desire latently making,
Crafting--not trying, just being this poet;
This is called wei wu wei; this is the lesson
Held within water. This teaching I try to
Keep as reminder–life flows, and so likewise
Flow my creation. I write, for the writing's
Mine, it is me, and made one with this living.