Spirit Piercing Matter

That place...

Where spirit pierces matter...
Eros draws his bow...
and takes aim...

That point
in the ground...

energy coiling,
waiting for release...

sweet release
in being found...
set free...
creative energy
moving
up and out
after the strike of lightening,
of the sword piercing the dragon
setting it free...

Where is that potent point in your sweet, creative life???

St. Michael from a set of totems in Santa Fe, NM. Split rock in the Taos desert.

Comments

[Donna O.]

Hey, you're quite the singer!
Wink ; )
D.

[Denise Nelson]

oh, I know its being at the ocean, on the beach. My bare
foot, digging into the sand.
Watching the powerful waves,ebb and flow filling me up with whatever I need. I love it there, maybe someday I
will live close to the water.

[Ulla]

When dream-land comes true... Lea, your photos and words are wonderful! Hope you have had a 'cooler' weekend...!

[Erla]

You free spirit!! Lea...
Thanks for leaving a comment on my blog.
I have not really connected to the internet yet. I am at my in-laws now. Soon all will be arranged with my interiors and technology. Then I will connect to the blog and creativity again.
Much love.
Erla

[rochambeau]

Your poem is a creative and well put expression of one of the mysteries of life.

Inspiration is everywhere for everyone. The mystery start unfolding when an idea starts to manifest within, (I agree with Stephanie and eb about finding focus during walking and yoga). Once the process begins it seems you loose yourself in the space of time. One thing leads to the next thing, as if something outside is leading you on the journey.
Touching the divine! All of the sudden the work is complete, and you say "I did that"? Wow!
Then the process must begin all over again.

[Donna O.]

Hmmmm.....I really had to think about this. But I think it's the greenery of foliage. Maybe because it signifies new growth- although I don't actually think about that when I look at it, inhale it, or hear it sway in the breeze. It just makes me feeeeeeel good!!

[Lisa 'oceandreamer' S.]

Listening to the sound of the waves.......closing my eyes in a daydream of dancing at the waters edge ...with nothing on my mind but my imagination.

[Jane Lowey]

At the piano. Using fingers, ears, pencil and musical paper. WIth the conductors wand, the moment the chorus sings back to me...when I hear the page come to life.
In music lessons, with my teacher. In the kitchen, the airport, the coffee-shop. In the quiet moments. In stillness, and then in movement. It's everywhere!

[tongue in cheek]

Truth. That is what I first thought of when i saw the split rock.
That when can be broken yet made whole. The beauty of the wounded healer is then having compassion.

[stephanie]

I come to this place when I do my yoga practice and as soon as I start to pedal on my bike....it comes...flowing to this moment.

[Karen Cole]

Beautiful poetry, Lea.

[annie lockhart]

i'd have to say with being in nature...inspiration abounds. along with
your poetry, it is nudging me to write more...i love it! xo

[tinker]

At the point of the pencil, where it meets the page; the tip of the brush dipping in the paint. The touching of the idea, the doing becomes the becoming...

Beautiful post and photos.

[eb]

what comes immediately to mind is the walking - I walk numerous times daily... it allows for the flow of ideas and releases the energy coiled within - this is mild though and admittedly I am missing my yoga... so I would respond dear Lea to this most potent question - it is in the movement... the flowing into and through a natural environment - yesterday at the lake - quietly with the geese - yes movement and nature... that is where...

xox - eb