I clawed you out of clay ingrata;
you were the first lost grail
on the bottom of the well,
a golden nugget, caked in mud,
only living in my mind.
I passed you my secrets of heaven,
warned about the fast track to hell,
and shared the arcane,
even some knowledge of the angels.
I gave you eyes..to see creation, which was my point,
in all of this.. creating recreating creation.
I hope you did not misunderstand.
Why create if no one’s there to see it?
Is not the reward of creation,
just one true appreciation?
Now you can do that too,
build worlds from dreams
and half formed visions.
Don’t be ungrateful,
I gave you all the tools,
So stop trying to know what I know.
There are just some things not meant
for children who play in dirt to understand.
You have done so well, yet failed
in your compassion.
Maybe there’s still time to get it right.
Don’t take for granted one more sunset,
one more birth, or one more death, or tide.
I know you wish to know some more,
but secrets keep you going.
Stop playing my role,
and when you see the world around you
bright and pungent, strange and ever-changing,
just take a minute out and let me know.
From your birth you were endowed
to be the spoiled prodigal of it all.
Find, your medium, find your love and try to find your place.
I watch you sleep, I am always The Always Awake…
August 23rd 2013