Soil of Understanding
Idea budding
twirled petals delicate
Perched upon the tip
of tiny thought twig
Borne of rising sap
and deep roots buried
In rich soil of understanding
Awaiting blossoming…
There is a never-ending
supply of inspiration
Breathe it in
inhale the sweet perfume of Life
absorb it into every pore, every cell
In the moment of silence
listen to the whispers in the heart
Then exhale into “creativity”
release the flow of sacred breathe
There, in that quiet before inspiration
an infinite opportunity
the grace of gratitude…