... and the Creator looking upon Creatress found within himself lack, and came on to his mate, as a Creation would to its Creator, and asked permission to birth the dream he had. She, the Creatress, sighed. Birth wasn't easy for her. So much of herself was used to become another, and so much of herself was given to the Creator within the majesty of her being, her essential elements.
"What is Life?" she asked of Him.
"We are Life."
"And Life given is not taken?"
"No, we are Givers, and the taken comes after living. It is the return home."
She nodded in agreement, and thought unto herself, "This is good." and gave herself to her mate. They created anew Life itself; one from the other, one to the other.
"It is good." they said, and agreed. "It is good."
© Gregory E. Woods 11.16.12
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| art of a woman conjuring. . . |
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