creation

we are being drawn
toward the edges
of love
marking our way with
the strands
of memory
and
of deeds

we linger with the notes
of childbirth
and
of dreams
then
like
growing flocks
of gentle birds
fly
again

new horizons
melt into our eyes
paintings
flow in and through
our senses
color fly
light
moves
then
flickering
pass
into
reflection

we attempt holding
these
illusions

the winds
of passing
move us
like leaves
our skin
changes
our eyes
darkly
light the way
we must
move on
a constant
promanade
of home
family
friends
money
joy
sadness
gain and loss
birth and death
our creation
stands
like ice in the sun
until
the earth and stars
contain us
and new creations
begin
we are the sight
the sound
the taste
the
recognition
the
mindefulness
of
the universe
we are
the great
rising and falling
succeeding
failing
falling and soaring
we create
we destroy
creation and creator
of creation
with creation
in creation
created
we are
the great
I AM
then
and then
no thing
and then
all things
once again
into
the infinity
of
all creators
all creation
in all ways
forevermore