creativity

sometimes creativity
feels like
tumbling into darkness
change is coming
the depth is calling
my name
a name
that cannot be uttered
because it is not made of words
the sun speaks it
and the stars are boring it
into my heart
with their distant shine
a promise
so faint
and
everlasting

oh mystery
courting me
since before the womb
calling my name
leading me into the embrace
galaxies being born
seeds spilling forth
my eyes
even when closed
can see your beauty

do i devote myself to her?
does she call for my worship?
no she says
i do not need all of you
but i would like you to feel
the hem of my dress
the curve of my brow
the song of my love
i do not need all of you
but i give you all of me
create
she whispers
seeds sprouting forth
into grasses
to flowers
to trees
to creatures
to mountains
to oceans
to clouds
to me

little me
with my little shovel
cracking the black earth
falling into
ecstasy