
It’s in our hands,
Yours and mine,
A sublime undertaking
With so much potential for the making
In each moment exists
That true and powerful bliss
Let us not be remiss
About that which coexists
Like a tangle of weaves
Threadbare, and
A shouldered burden everywhere
A light that shines north
In its possibilities do come forth
A beautiful spectacle
With need of many respectful glances, and
Second chances made fair, with
All that is there for the taking,
Or rather, for the making
Creativity is our highest calling
People say, and yet we spend more time
Forestalling that which we know is our true nature
Which is also quite grand and sprawling
Believing instead in
Disconnection and separateness as truthful
When they are in fact quite deceitful
Listen my friends
To that which you know, and
Be bold, for it is not to dear to hold
Close to heart and use to make that grand start
For creation is there in every moment
Breathless and sweet as the afternoon breeze
A prize for our enjoyment
Use with care, and
Never be wary, nor tarry too long
Rather be daring, adventurous, and strong
And, in this moment?
Begin to create the life of your longing