Creating

Is an energy

A force

A power

That we can tap into anytime

It’s free

And available to everyone

It’s our birthright.

Be still

Know that I am..

you.

A child squats in the sand

Building castles

Drawing faces, making dreamy plans

As adults stare at screens

Consuming.

A child builds a cubby house out of trees

Pegs

Sheets

Pockets a stone she finds in the street

Along a track

Plucks flowers

Eyes a bright red bottle cap thoughtfully

A child sprinkles coloured sugar pieces on the icing of a cake

Sits on the stair and contemplates

The colours of the sunset

how they relate to the image reflected in her beloved dogs eye

A child

Listens to the priest as he drones

Is numb to the lines he has learned by rote

But perks up as she listens to the parables

A child seeks to do as HE did

Not as they said

Strives

To be a blessing not another curse in this world

A child

Lives in me

She dances over the ground

In bare feet

Free

Mind linked to spirit in co-creation

Realising

that this is the dormant power of an entire population

Who just can’t see it

Because they are looking in the wrong places

And no place at all

Because inside of a screen

Is just tiny nuts, and bolts

Really

*thoughts from my morning run