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 Mar 2017
Mary-Eliz
And the one became two
And the one became many
Yet
The many remained one
And the one, coiled
And floating in darkness, grew
And dreamed of being more
And the one dreamed many dreams
And the dreams were soft and cloud-like
And the one knew peace in this warm place

Until
The thunder came
And the heavens around the one shook
And heaved with violent shudders

She who held the heavens cried out
And her cries, coming in torrents,
Filled the air
And her voice was deep and powerful
And her lightning words
Split the heavens

Still
The thunder raged

The green man reached sinewy arms
Into the heavens
He had no mouth to speak,
Yet
He spoke
And his words fell like gentle rain
Amidst the thunder
Amidst the lightning words
Of she who held the heavens

And the one poured forth amidst the rain

And the heavens shone all around…
 Mar 2017
Mary-Eliz
From earth's marrow comes water,
sparkling and clear.
A mother's womb creates life,
fragile and dear.

A pearl in its oyster,
a plant coiled in its seed,
dream of being unearthed
and their loveliness freed.

The poet's thoughts rise
like a mist from the sea,
having known her depths
long and intimately.

The artist's brush conveys
keenly the passion that wells
in the core of his being
that no words can tell.

What makes a flower bloom
is its soul reaching out,
giving love and spreading
its beauty about.

Unfolding brings magic
once hidden from sight
wondrous things from within
released when their time's right.
 Mar 2017
Mary-Eliz
In the beginning,
there was nothing.
Then she appeared with a small magic wand,
dipped in a shimmering liquid.
She gently blew
and the bubbles of life floated
and lit up the nothingness.
They were all sizes and colors,
some heavy and solid;
some light, airy, and brilliant;
some shone intensely.
They began to be drawn to
one another
and dance in patterns,
some close, some afar.
They circled around,
forming all that we know.
They were magnificent
and powerful.
They were the world.
They remain
and fill
the lonely space that was
nothingness.
Inspired by a really cool picture of a little girl blowing bubbles, some of which were planets. See the collection "Beginnings"

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