I am drawn to walk
Shores of ebb and flow
Liminal tides that
Wane only to grow   

Two seemly opposing forces
In a death and birth dance
They morph and converge
As if in a trance     

Matter now energy
Energy now matter  
Difference blurs
In an ongoing rapture

Deep in that opacity
Appearances fall away
What is transpiring
Is hard to convey

For behind the scenes
A masterpiece is painting
The landscape itself
Is doing the creating

The strokes of Her brush
Both shape and destroy
Its creativity’s playfulness
Dancing with joy

It is in this liminal space
I am called to walk
To witness the magic
With the eyes of a hawk

For pure pleasure is unfurling
And it’s summoning me
Please join in delight
Connect and you’ll see

Let go of the separation
Take down the wall
I am coming to realize
I am that call

-Julie Schmidt-