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CREATION Walking Out of the Distant past It is clear That we are All one mind So energy Fills my blood Like a swift And generous Storm, And writing On my computer, My mind Is set To motion And as I create I wonder If God is exhausted. Not being Controlled By history Leaves me In the cleansing Now of life Which is like Spring rain Soaking warm Pavement, And so my fingers Dance Creating A flood of Hooked words And my stanzas Become altars With open ears Leaving a dark Smell of Wet leaves As my feelings Are washed Like white pebbles On golden sand. The air Is filled With mystical Music, And I am Soothed By a Clarinet Wind.

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