To create is to die:
die to love, to time
to memory, to god
to everything we know
do or experience
it is stillness, to cease
in passive awareness-
no movement but new mind
new energy, new sense
of innocence, freshness
not talked about before
new love rising with
thinking without thought
new sensation, beauty
and bliss of harmony
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