Transition Zones

Waves roll from the aqua bright
to languish on the glittering sand
spreading and opening out,
purest white…
soaking in light…
and the sand smiles.
It glows.

New day, early light, fresh and bright…
a table at Enzo’s-on-the-beach,
cappuccino rich and sweet,
sensory overload…
purest peace…
and my heart smiles.
It glows.

These edge spaces, in-between-places, transition zones
hold suspension in place.
Sand and sea, daylight’s dawn,
forest’s cathedrals…
tantalising zones –
and my mind opens.
It comprehends.

Suspension of delicate tension, perfectly held in place
by design by Creator Great…
Invisible threads, delicate and true
carry and hold
transition zones…
and my life unfolds.
It breathes.

Exploratory steps… enquiry, curiosity, searching
eyes, heart and hands…
open and receptive to the moments of
transition and change…
blurring edges…
and my soul stretches.
It grows.

Creative composition, textural delight
and songs of colour suspended
in intricate tension
and contrast…
Unity and strength…
And my art moves forward.
It sings.

Embracing what lies ahead, seeing what is
before my eyes – fully seeing…
breathing through the transition zone
slowly and deeply…
Inhaling the moments…
and I’m fully alive.
I’m ALIVE.

Not forcing ahead… but pausing in rest
and peaceful acceptance of outcomes
will enrich and enable growth…
through and over the edge.
Openness to events…
and transitions…
It’s life.