I am powerful. 
I pull on the strength of the ocean the moon the fiery eruptions from the bowels of mama earth
I am all of it

I am also delicate. 
intricate
easy to miss
take a magnifying glass to a flower sometime and just revel in the exquisite intricacies of the beautiful architecture of life
i can be kind of like that
Beautiful, vibrant. depth of beauty often unknown and undiscovered, imperceptible to our simple human vision.
Yet undeniably present
and simultaneously easy to walk past without a glance as you’re absorbed in the antics of your dog

In this I am everything. 
The crack in the sidewalk with the clover pushing through
The gleeful babe cooing at its mother
the wind as it carries the pollen and creates tiny vortices of dropped cherry petals in the alley

All miraculous
All momentary
All weaving together love in every microsecond
All a dance of the delicacy and the ferocity of life

The pulse and the pause
one nonexistent without the presence of the other.

I am, 
impossibly, 
both.