Paradox of creation
Frenetic action
A desperate striving, urging
Do more
Quiet allowing
Moment by moment, guiding
Be more
Conflicted.
As the moon
draws the ocean tides,
fall trees paint the hills
a palette of amber, mustard,
and auburn,
and a collage of spring blooms
glisten in the morning dew,
Relax in a gentle knowing
Like water lilies on a grand canvas
Brush stroke by brush stroke
A masterpiece is unfolding.