Finding creativity inside yourself reveals a deep connection to a holy world.

It’s potent to put out a distressed heart.

It’s the vulnerable shrine no burning fire can touch.

It undoes chains of thought.

It liberates joy.

It can’t all fit into the box – when you add in the new, you must get rid of the old.

We don’t host enough space for evil to dwell with hope.

We disassemble what we can, and we let creativity do the rest.

It’s a Life unto itself,

freeing and finding all lost cavities and dreams and realities.

It frames the whole thing.

It’s unafraid of your choice, your own perspective,

your ability.

It gives as much as you’ll allow.

It is not your Will, but your Won’t.

It breathes the space you don’t, it thrives in total freedom from your stretch,

it perishes when clutched.

It carries you beyond your own limitations and flies you in the darkness of color.

If you watch it ever still, ever gentle, it is alive and well,

and it made you.

With no control over things, the rigidness caught in effort to know, to grasp, to gain,

is shattered.

You cannot be that which is expected of you.

But you only abide by this,

your humanity falls asleep to it’s waking beauty and devotion to you,

if you will only be still.