A Creation Poem

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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