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,
become
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.
Mary
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