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“Creativity (It is not about you.)” by Trevor Witt

Creativity takes observation
And experience
And generates
A genesis – a birth, a beginning –
Of something new.

It is not about you.
The leaf does not ask the tree,
Who am i?

It is the whole – in and of itself.
The sky and the earth are not separate.

And yet, creatively, we make them so.

So, relax. It is not about you.

“The Death (of the idea) of Me” by Trevor Witt

I am a human – cells, tissues, organs,
Blood flowing through veins and arteries,
Red cells carrying hemoglobin picking up oxygen,

My breath becomes me,
Fueling my muscles, allowing me to dance,
The exchange of electrons, the breakdown of food,
I live for this metabolism,

My nutrition becomes me –
Plants and animals –
Giving me sugars, fiber, and proteins,
Driven by sunlight, converting photons from space,
Into electro-chemical reactions.

I am dirt – becoming flesh – becoming dirt.

“A creature of habit (to the moon)” by Trevor Witt

A creature of habit,
Predictable, needing change,
Wanting transformation,
Crawling like a caterpillar,
Yearning to fly.

One day, metamorphosis will come,
Until then, I use each leg to hobble along,
Building my cocoon,
Afterwards, I will fly to the moon.