Poem

•  You Before Creation

Like the endless chatter 
       of squawking Gulls
The confusion in our heads
Beguiles (our) imagination for thought

Beyond reason
We are a spark of humanity
Creating consciousness 
In the void of the Universe

Bound by time
Destined to figure out nothing
Yet create something
Unseen and tangible
… the truth

Perception says it’s impossible
Logic deems it unnecessary
Proof speaks only of the past

Beyond the dance of words
Lives a feeling
Unremembered yet familiar

Who we truly are 
Placed in the Soul before creation
  the peace of home in our beings…

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