So many inspirations
in the world I inhabit…
Daily I come upon magical gifts;
they open themselves before my eyes,
and my soul is amazed at the wonder revealed.
A dragonfly – as elusive as air –
is suddenly still…
five feet from my trembling heart.
For a timeless rapturous moment she stays,
as I press the shutter again and again:
Heaven has offered itself to me…
and I am receptive.
Earth comes in the form of a ravenous turtle:
weighty, substantial, and trusting enough
to eat from my hand.
This particular earth-form comes when I call.
“Hello Baby…”
has him climbing a tree
in his quest for banana and me.
Our morning encounters are grounding
to the airborne Gemini that I am.
Perhaps this explains why the turtle came first
on my most recently decorated pot.
His round weighted contours
settled sweetly onto
the dear little vase
as my own earthy weight
settled sweetly into
the process of bringing him forth.
The dragonfly hovered and flirted,
teasing my mind with unattainable beauty…
before it flew into my hand
and out of my pencil.
Days later,
I held the vase in my hands,
turning it slowly.
It was then I realized the balance
I had unconsciously brought into being.
I saw the air descending
in response to the earth’s ascent,
And I saw the earth ascending
in response to the air’s descent.
I held creation in the palm of my hand…
and all was well.
A Dance of Balance 