C R E A T O R

Times like these are new
Nothing clear in the view

It seems to be the present
Is the only for sure
All is happening in the now
That is the allure

The mind travels
Like a complicated maze
Trying to keep up with it
Puts me in a haze

If I separate the mind from
The Wholeness that I am
I begin to allow Source to flow through
And see myself as I began

Love is the essence of the creators hand
When we release control, cease the plan
Existence begins to reveal it’s magic
Anything other, deemed tragic