The Creator You've Always Been

While I was drawn by the sound of the breeze.

She was mesmerized by the aura of the leaves.

Either way, we were both loving the trees.

Which today we still do, it fulfills a need.

She felt the magic of what she saw in the cards.

I felt my words and obsessed over the glare of the stars.

We both felt with our hearts and saw what others did overlook.

We questioned everything and quietly became shook.

It did shake me, as I realized the world is spinning with such a trembling wobble.

It's all fake see, most of the information we're fed and we choose to gobble.

We accept so much bullshit and go about our merry way.

As long as we can distract we don't need to pay.

Don't pay attention to the fact that you are the source.

Rather be disempowered, and look outward to adore.

All we seek outside is in fact deep within.

But my words will never help you fully understand.

You gotta take the journey and quiet your mind.

Evade external influence, embrace solace and find.

Find that you are the source of all that you see.

You've just had your sight dimmed, now your heart waits patiently.

Her heart like mine, ached as it often encountered.

So many false directions trying to devour.

So we both vowed to live in our own time walking our own line.

We don't need to feel that you understand.

We give to ourselves, then hold out our hands.

Hold out our hands to this beautiful stream of life.

Which flows through us all if you simply invite.

Yet our culture today is pulling us down.

Separating us so it may not be found.

They separate us from each other and more so ourselves.

Make us feel small, so why would we delve.

Why would we trust we matter or dare to create?

Well, dear friends, it is never too late.

So open your heart and let yourself see.

Whatever you dreamed of as a child may just be your key.

As a child, you may have known more than you do even now.

Only now your true voice is stifled and no longer loud.

She feels like I do that this is only our choice.

That we can always rebirth our souls crying voice.

It does cry out if you only listen so close.

It is only you who can let yourself out.

I hope my poems help or give something good to someone you see.

Much like her colors, she hopes too will set pain free.

Freeing you and encouraging you to unveil.

The creator you've always been, only then shall you prevail.

-Instincts-

"It's not about what you know, it's about what you feel. Listen to your Instincts!"