Immaculate beginnings

Amid the chaos
           amid the brash cacophony
an essential silence
           at the centre of our being
in those moments
           when the self is nursed
by the natural world
           by observation
of all those rhythms
           that echo those of our blood
the play of light on water
           the movement of tall trees
that dance in the breeze
           To them we owe life’s breath
and the beauty of autumn umbers
           Every artistic gesture
dating back to the origins of time
           is an act of love
the essence of the universe
           is invention

John Lyons