Creating Feels Like Lovemaking

Creating is birthing that which has never been birthed before. My role feels ecstatic...like making love with God.
Photo by Emiliano Vittoriosi

I’m inspired by spells I seduce like raw metal to magnets. Beauty unmatched ready to set souls free on jeweled wings stamped direct from blocks of raw, deep knowing. I soar on such wings over great men whose ideas meant well but give rise and pay homage to ordinariness.

These incantations bring species level and yet intimate personal paradigm shifts, thrilling me with imagined states as real to me as winter’s chill, or a lover’s warm breath. They disrobe before me, naked, my forefinger capturing their magic in dispassionate caresses across my iPhone’s glass face, which like sorcery turns my finger’s caresses into language.

Eagerness wells from me while notions dance before my inner reality, happy, light and mirthful, overflowing with love for me, ready to pop into things no longer private, into the world for all to see. Owned and experienced and created first by me, a part of me born of my ovum and the seed of life’s endless origin, my origin: expansion, freedom, joy. Eternity.

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