Like a sprite, nymph or gnome,
perhaps even clanging brass bells-
there is one who jumps into the scene
(to be seen only by those in the moment)
to bespeak the unspoken, to be the very spark
for transformation to enter dancing, wildly.
Best to practice the art of crisp awareness
by all means necessary. Do you know how many
times you can chew one single raisin or the exact
number of steps a tiny spider’s legs climb to return
to her web? No? I do not either. Yet, this has not
stopped my quest to inquire. Be someone who is curious
to know how many moments you can stack on top
of one singular instant. Yes, tingling with this kind
of wonder, you may very well be the one who seizes
the moment to see just when the Time Spirit enters,
if only for a split of a second.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.