Equinox, Sacred Balance of Spring
Inhale of Sunlight, Exhale of Moonlight
Equal and even, at fulcrum rests the world
The point where longing and dreaming come to terms
My heart remembers the beat of wings, the call of wilderness
Happiness beneath my steps, and ever blooms of meadow mist
Always you are there, in the budding of new days, each new thought
Tenderly twig my fingers through new grass, seasonal jazz
The unfolding of spirit into eagerly soft hands
Life paints its portrait on the sky, coveting a watchful eye
Stirring the memory of sleeping beads, root and seeds
All lift lightly onto one poised promise…alignment
Inhale of Sunlight, Exhale of Moonlight
Equal and even, at fulcrum rests the world
Copyright Kkh 3/21/10
