Creativity does not belong to me.

Sometimes things just flow, or build up, and like a safety valve fortunately they blow.

Other times and maybe they seem somehow just to grow, or some little spark just makes it happen, or somehow makes things so.

It's highly self indulgent, yet that's the way it goes, as something that has blossomed seems often seeks to show.

After all, tis only some expressions felt and tainted by a soul, whilst passing on a moments whim a glimpse that's seen for all.

And pieces from a hearts belief that all hearts beat as one, whilst everything does nurture seek and seeks to nurture on.

And thoughts are of the making, lead to action Karma's song.

May we dare to dream of innocence, and may love for all belong.