How does it feel
With the whole of creation,
That bears heat of the sun,
And makes ideas real
Creation is naught
But a beaming self portrait,
Intended fully to fit
Our souls that we’ve wrought
We create from nothing
The glorious visage;
Our rite of passage
Into beautiful something.
The imprints of our soul most cleverly laid,
The blueprints of life are beautifully laid.
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 7:02 PM UTC
How does it feel
With the whole of creation,
That bears heat of the sun,
And makes ideas real
Creation is naught
But a beaming self portrait,
Intended fully to fit
Our souls that we’ve wrought
We create from nothing
The glorious visage;
Our rite of passage
Into beautiful something.
The imprints of our soul most cleverly laid,
The blueprints of life are beautifully laid.
