The Creative Universe

With all my amour
I tend to life
With an unfathomable desire to create.

Create from the ashes of the burning I feel inside,
From the tears that could water a thousand gardens,
From tired bodies and soar feet
after long nights of praying and dancing.

What for you ask me?
For the love of life, or the Earth or humanity?

— Possibly.

Yet, I come to stop questioning and feel.
Feel my vessel being emptied,
my mind clear and my heart healed.

That’s the very significance of the creative universe, isn’t it?
That’s what it wants to teach me?

Emptied vessels,
Clear minds and
healed hearts.

And with the certainty of tides and the waxing moon
I come to realize it’s not so much about me
But more so about the depth of my own root system
with the mycelial network at large.

If I can create,
what can WE create in the midst of constant change,
unified in our values and thirst for life?

The possibilities are manifold.

So —
after finishing reading these lines
Go and grow deeper roots
with the people you live
and places you inhabit

Directing your life force for something
that’s worth fighting for, worth living for.

For the love and the pain of walking the earth.

And amidst the atrocities, paradoxes and wormholes
Don’t forget to look up and breath in the beauty of a new sunrise.

And if you can’t find it anywhere else
look into a new born child’s eyes.
I hope there you will be reminded
of the creative universe itself.