In response to Flickrcomments weekly ABC Challenge, which is a cool thing to check out by the way, I’m re-posting (not composting!) this piece I wrote on Creation……
This one is for all the artists out there, as it talks to the creative process. It’s a bit of an admonition to not take your creation, your art, as well as your self, so seriously since everything – and that’s Every Thing – is a work of creation. As my grandmother used to say, “Cats have kittens”.
Click to hear this rare and terribly serious, philosophical song that I’ve just written called Works of Creation. Lyrics below. I figure it goes together with this little post of a haiku – plus some cool pictures – which I posted earlier in July. I’m re-posting the haiku and adding this song – which begs for a singer. Anyway…..

There’s the birds chirping in the trees
And there’s those old songs of our memories
And there’s a song in my heart
They all take part
In the work of creation
Now what kind of creation are you talkin’ about?
What kind of creation is that you mean?
It’s what it is that we be going through
We’re all just one work of creation
All the people ‘cross the seas
All your distant memories
All the flowers and all the bees
They’re all works of creation
Call it what you like
Call it day and night
But the whole world that you see
Is just a work of creation
Everything in your heart
Everything is a part….
Take me by the hand
We’re all works of creation
Where Is My Soul? – A Haiku
Who’s talking now?
Big Bang
Stardust
Expanding
Still



A relic of the Iron Age, which was a period before permanent press.
in religious rust…
“Call it what you like
Call it day and night
But the whole world that you see
Is just a work of creation…”
… and sometimes we get lost
in religious moods
We are flowing like tiny lights; particles of life… Dancing and swirling among the universe of One ~
Yes, and it feels all right not to be at the center of the universe.
An eternal expansion of immortal star dust.
Thank you for visiting and following me, Bumba. I enjoyed the music piece. Shall come back for more.
Cheers
Thank you for your visit and comment. Now the exact point where the stardust becomes alive, that’s something people like to think about. But it’s happening all the time, that’s for sure.
Star dust – makes sense. From dust and to dust.
I don’t know. It made sense to me at the time. Now I’m not so sure.
Reblogged this on ram0ram note book.
so we share this part; we’re of star dust!
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