Be a part of creation,
Pick up old colors and
make them new,
Let your eyes see back
and more back
Until something flowing
and
Burning, invigorating and
Mercifully bulging with
power
Tells you that you are
who you
Were when you were
A part of everything.
Then years later, when
time allows
You to skip a billion
years and
Be the master of what is
present,
Be a master of color and
shapes
And thoughts and
destinies,
Yours and others’, and be
a part of
Here and now, take off
your clothes,
Be seen in the new light,
Be seen in a new
creation.
Joseph J Kozma