A maker you must be
Blow by blow As the sculptor's chisel cleaves Thing from not thing Decision by decision You make the world And in turn Are made A maker you must be Dear one Giving, receiving, saying, doing, loving, hating, asking, growing, breaking, holding Making What kind of maker are you Dear one? Are you the kind that sees, hears and feels Sensing every contour Every texture and movement In the field As it bucks and twists In answer To your lightest touch? Tell me Dear one What do you do when they mock you? What then? Do you fall and ache? Turn and fight? Stop and stare? Or do you marvel at the mystery That brought you here together In this moment For this chance To dance And what, Dear one Do you do when it crashes? What then? Do you seize the opportunity to feast Upon your own worth? Or do you prefer to dine On someone else's? Or is the strewn wreckage Exactly what you happen to need To fuel your next leap into the void? Ahh the leaping ripples of consequence! Pulsing outward From each moment towards the horizon As, one at a time Their ludicrous potential Glows and morphs Bursting At your fingertips A maker you are In the fullness of your power What Are You Making Dear one?