Releasing Pulse Word: Creative

Creativity oozes

from my pours into tangible life.

My hands move

Form something new.

Something from nothing.

A spark of the spirit

birthed into life.

I am only the vessel

the vehicle.

Moving this intangible thing

into the tangible.

Giving it a pulse

a life.

What grew

what formed

in the secret place.

Now in plain sight.

I am honoured to be a part of it.

To watch as something foreign is put together

like a puzzle.

As if putting the pieces together

blindfolded.

Only feeling the curves and movement.

But the intuition

if trusted fully

can turn pieces into a masterpiece.

I come by it honestly

Really.

I am a chip off the old creative block

I was made this way

When I operate in this natural state

I find my authentic self.

I find my pulse

I find my breath

I find myself

I find Him

My identity

It's clear

It's plain as day

There is joy here

There is purpose here

There is a cup overflowing here

I can feel the buzzing of expectation here

Excitement here

A work is being worked out

I'm a part of it

Something bigger than myself

I was created

by the Original Creator

The real McCoy

The genuine article

I was created to be just like Him

He IS creative

He created me

In His likeness

And so my DNA spells it out

C.R.E.A.T.I.V.E

It's who He is

It's who I am

It's what we dwell in

together

intermeshed

intermingled

It's familiar

It's family

It's home

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