If you write for the sake of writing;
You're not writing.
If you create for the sake of creating;
You're not creating.
If you think for the sake of thinking;
You're not thinking.
If you celebrate for the sake of celebration;
You're not celebrating.
When you're driven by an inner drive to manifest;
When you and your poetry become one entity;
When fragrance and flower are not alienated;
When clouds and waters have the same identity;
In that mode of existence,
I, you, we all exist as an ethereal substance and process.
A being, non-being, and becoming;
A perpetual engulf of time;
Constant joy of divine spirit;
Then, all the things are the same and different;
Then, sorrow is swallowed by the ecstasy of nature's playfulness;
In that spirit we all create and are created.
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