At the Moment of Equinox
I enter the garden, the ground
still held by winter, spring
almost released. I stand
at the centre into which all
flow, from which all emerge.
Wind in the upper birch stills.
The garden’s breath is so long
it is immeasurable. But I wait,
offering awareness as witness.
Pivoting, I pray. North, grant us
your clarity and strength. West,
your surrender and acceptance.
South, your joy and creativity.
East, your initiation, inspiration.
Sky, your broad view. Earth,
your ground, your holy round.
The moment is held in a bowl
beyond comprehension, beyond
belief. May we carry balance
lightly on each step of the way
till it recurs six months off. May
we find a way to become whole.
May the earth find her stability.
May the equanimity of equinox
be yours, be ours, be hers all ways
belief in beyond.
– Penn Kemp