Turtles and Dragons
I’m not sure how it started. Sometimes that is true for me.
I stand in one place, and the next thing I know, I am in another place, and I ask, “How did I get here?” My friends tell me, “You were not paying attention….”
Attention is not one of my better qualities.
I lose it now and then.
It’s like clouds floating lazily in the sky on a brisk Spring day. I look up, and see a white fluffy turtle. I look to the sky again – moments later – and the turtle is gone.
Now, the clouds are no longer fluffy and white. They have become dark and grey and rigid; and the turtle is gone. Now, I see a dragon.
And, I ask myself, “How did things change so quickly? White became grey.
Once a turtle, now a dragon.” I missed the transformation.
I was not paying attention….
Before me… above me…. To my sides….
The world moves, transforms, changes…..
What I desire and what I actually do are not always in synch.
I DO live in the times of a white fluffy turtle, or a dark grey dragon.
I desire to live in the times between the two.
It is a time of creation, and transformation, of the unexpected, the not knowing, chaos…
It is there, I am called,
that I belong…..
And, there, in the transformation,
I stand terrified,
And, completely exhilarated.