What magic - the makings of a child
beyond the realms of biology
into the realms of creation
I catch a glimpse of the humming bird
the vibration of its wings
the fluttering of its flight
something is sparkling and crackling
begging me to surrender
de-anchoring my fear with its charm
Images appear
words and shapes are formed
the beginnings of a new creation
so it goes - beyond the child
beyond all creatures
small and tall
my need to be in touch
with that energy
that wave of making
weaving through
pain and despair
joy and hope
doors fling open
and windows
the ticket to the sky
wanderings of the mind
Sky - Earth - World
it all makes sense - in the end
I am appeased
I find rest
and as I make
as an appendix and
squeezed in between
walking, talking, soothing
and exhaustion
it all finds itself
back
in the right place
colours
textures
shapes
containers
always containers
and ultimately
love
I love myself
I love you
I love the world
Creativity brings Peace
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