Wednesday, July 15, 2009

The Creator

I love this writing world

   you pick up a pen

and wala

   magic wand like

you create.


A blank page fills with wonder

   of past, present, and what’s to come,

nothing to something.

   It moves through you

from imagination to existence.


Are we so different from The Creator?


Ah, but we get to realize,


an awakened part of her

   endless dance.


Dance free

   awakening on the face of this time

eons have called forth

   your pen to wake up to.



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