What wonderous event is marked by a Lotus cupping an ozzing egg; resting over a curling serpant bedded between water and fire; as a mist casts shadow

from above?

 

 

So how does one grasp a creative event? What arrives before the eyes as our hand moves accross the pristine feild? What is a spontanious moment in time and does it change because we attempt to record the feeling that sommoned the 'other-ness' of it into sensual being?