This thing;
This idea;
This concept; This relationship;
This work.

There was:
No present;
This IS – and
This ISN’T – Before:
It never was here or there.

No boundaries;
No margins;
No form;

No past;
No future;
No age;
No existence —
All was potential.

Then . . .
It was conceived;
A push and a pull;
It became;
It existed and exists. 

It came from
The raison d’etre
Of why we are here.
It emerged from
The Eternal Sea of Creativity. 
It came and entered
Into your and my life.
“I” put it here.
It is beautiful.  

Arthur Rashap

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