We cannot grasp it in our hands
Creation and life...
I hold a flower in my hand
A single item of creation
How simple and delicate this rose appears
But what goes into the rose I see?
The trees I see
The clouds above
What goes into the nightfall?
The snow that falls
Why do the leaves change colors?
The beautiful creatures of the land and sea...
How to they live to be?
In this moment we LIVE...
But what is life?
How does the mind work?
How are you who you are?
Why do I think like I think?
And why are you so beautiful to me?
These questions are not simple
Because we are part of creation
Something we will never understand
You can try
Science will only get you so far
You can only pray for answers
But no one will ever understand
The little details
The tiny ones that make us individuals
That make us human
Those are keys to life and how we live
But not to creation
As I hold this rose
The petals dry up and shrivel
The flower dies
Its time in life is over
But what about its creation?
May we find answers in death?
Ask yourself a question
Question creation
Think about whats around you
Take the time and smell the roses
Because nothing lasts forever
And forever is a long time anyway
This hasnt been edited...meaning I didn't read it when I wrote it... so it may or may not make sense...
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