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The Creator

A poem about remembering…

I am not afraid to call myself the Creator

Whom many have tried to define with limiting definitions

Or confine to institutional rules and ideas

Afraid that we just might seek this Beauty within and actually find it

As real as the elements that touch our body

And after that say no to the nonsense they are peddling to earn money and maintain pyramids of power

What I feel within is unquestionable

The same light that created All

The same wisdom, beauty and infinite love

Spreading in all directions

A natural way of living which doesn’t need commandments or suspicious priests passing judgement without ever fully experiencing life

Time to cut out the middleman and go directly to the Source

Feeling the awakening Force

And seeing the Future that is already here

The feeling of being free

Alas, freeing the body, the mind, the heart

From shame and heaviness of the past

Helping Jesus get down from the cross

Remembering who he really was

One of us

Not dying for us, but living authentically to his very last breath

With joy and passion, speaking his mind openly

Thus showing us a way by example how to live honourably