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.
Today, tomorrow, yesterday. Now.
A daisy in full bloom
calling a bumble bee
to its nectar-filled heart.The radiance of the sun
peeking through shape-shifting clouds
against a cerulean canvas
encouraging a seedling into being.Dandelion wisps
dancing on the wind
blown from their
stable stem.A world in motion
evolving with effortless creation.
Life flowing along the
stream of now.
Do you feel it?
The gentle pull of intuition and inspiration.
Like a birdsong in the distance. Melodic and joyful.
Never forceful.
Never demanding to be heard.
Never vying for attention.
Just there.
Available for all those ready to listen.
A memory.
A sign.
A guidepost.
Are you listening for the whispering coo?
It’s ready to draw you into your future…
