I.
unformed cloud
chaos
sparks gather
forces congregate into
questions
nebulous insistant
without answers
a grand waiting wondering
what? why? how?
clouds drift catching breath of
creator shifting beauty in patchy sunlight
II.
sparks light darkness
and a frantic pursuit
running after elusive joy
searching for tranquil pools of water
there is elation in this constant doing
this breathless expectancy
leading back to
sparks
III.
a hand reaching out
fingers curved
palm up
receptive
waiting
still
serene
for pizzicato peace
dropping from above
water running between fingers
into pools of presence
the fullness
coming
IV
thunder pounds truth
and earth responds with searching soul
not this
it says
until from the depths it finds its voice
a lilting dance for the ages
feet nimbly stepping across floor
it kisses the heavens but holds hands with
all who join in
proclaiming
the bond between all peoples
and the smiling beautiful spark
of all creation
