Oh,
to never be,
this creative being.
To,
only be,
that which seeks.
To,
have sound,
intensely tethered,
to my energy.
To,
simply be,
me.
Be not,
hindered by uninspired minds.
Be not,
tethered to the way such,
deems human life.
For,
they know not.
Know not,
of constant creation.
Know not,
that each second,
never existed.
Know not,
that they must,
create it.
Oh,
to know such.
To be,
constantly unfolding,
with the universe.
To be,
pure creation,
each second such,
simply breathes.
Such,
is what it means,
to be me,
you.
To be,
every entity.
Be one,
not a creater.
For,
be such,
one's only state.
Be,
every human tethered to such.
Be,
each singular entity.
Every bit,
of primordial energy.
Be such,
the purity,
of creation...
©yungb123
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