I take form.
Form, I am not.

I feel.
Feelings, I am not.

I think.
Thoughts, I am not.

I have the ability to take form, to have feelings, and to think.

Who then am I?
Am i the creator or the creation?

When that which is form, feeling and thought combine,  we call it creative. An inexplicable outpouring of who I am.
In those  moments of alignment, we connect in ways that need no words.

Then in an inevitable moment, thoughts stop, feelings recede and form returns to its building blocks.

What remains are the connections we made, an invention, a piece of art, music, poetry, a look, a touch….. For in each of those, an eternal imprint of who I may be, lives.


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