In our creative
Pursuits
Waking or dream..
Power is felt
In stringed potential
A dampened pulsing
Immersed in quiet..
A central column
Of sacred geometry
In myriad forms..
It is knowing
Of the spreading
And curvature of
Our new creation..
But for now
There is pause
All is potential
With a distinct
Calming ecstasy
Before the storm…