What I’m learning as a soul in a body that is expiring…
Creation is everywhere and in our hands; it’s part of you and part of me… being made in a Creator’s image; it comes bundled inside. I know I am the molded one.. I did not do the original molding. I did not make a tree; I am just happy to look up, into its branches and praise a creator so much greater than me..
I have learned so much.. and yet… I feel I barely scraped the surface. How can that be? There is a day for me.. when I am done and yet… I think I will never be.
Inside of me and holding me, is the creative touch… It’s in absolutely all of us.. and yet, the gift is being able to see, to find it, sense it lives within us.. It is the most well- kept secret; if we can unlock it, if we are gifted with that key… the world becomes: a new day a new canvas a blank page, a planted seedling.
We just wave our hands and let our minds dream… tap into that stream, that has always been there, since the beginning of Time.. before our birth and after we die and it is all part of the gift of Life.
I have my tears… and I can see through blurry crystal leaves, and it makes it even more beautiful for me.. when the pain subsides..I am back! I’m, alive and I am still here…
and that canvas waits, and those hearts need kindness and that person needs to be held, and the poems will come and the tears can be dried
and the lessons will be learned and the paintings will be signed and I have so much more to do, before I run out of… my expiring time.