I am the Creator I imagine what is not there, but what is felt What is in my bones
I can feel that That is deep work.
I shift into new spaces I lead with my courage to be brave When it is hard to be brave these days in America But we have to continue on.
I choose to find the pieces of recognition To sift through those parts That make up my identity Who am I? Who is anyone?
To make them whole Isn’t that the point to our purpose? Of our salvation? To. keep. going on... Gliding slow and refilled in short and long truffled steps through alleyways.. Eventually towards a valley that may be called our own.. whatever that means.
Being a co-creator I touch others I become the mirror of their soul Sharing a glimmer of mine And that’s enough...
To feel.. to hear.. to know.. Plentifully.
Not to understand more or to fear less But to see the truth come forth from underneath this... creativity.
What is creativity, but a fleeting image A passing thought An air bubble of time and space that sounds great, but appears jagged in its form and flow
No questions asked No worries; thoughts to dance around.
It is just and it is human Formed for a mind and heart The body of its source It is I, the Creator And... I am proud of that. For this is my creation.