There are many ways of being.
We begin our life created on a line
Follow our line or follow someone else's?
Do we cross over into the unknown areas?
Or do we get stuck in one color, one being, one way.
Lines can go anywhere, do anything; the abstract.
Color, emotion, a way to feel one's way on the journey.
Cross the line, know the unknown, call it adventure.
Lines get blurred, we begin to see infinite ways.
Yet culture draws the finite line; call it death.
No adventure, no joy, no spontaneity, no differences.
Genesis, the infinite creator, the lover of all created.
No defects, no flaws, no mistakes, all beauty.
Humans think they rule Genesis, yet what an illusion created.
Fear of the utter beauty of Creation let loose.
Needs to be controlled by man and woman, but does it really?
Art, the letting go into the creative realm.
Being moved ecstatically through the realms of heaven.
Following the lines to people, places, things; call it life.
This is what Genesis is, that which flows out of us to create
Desires to be art in the pulsing rhythm of life
Who is Genesis, what is Genesis? Do you know or can you?
If you follow the artist within
You begin to realize, you the creator, are also Genesis
Mirror, mirror, on the wall…
Sherman R. Buck
August 27, 199