The Creator Poem by Kasia Fedyk

The tree is gently swaying,
I'm watching it,
the branches so softy moving with the breeze,
softly, tenderly the wind makes it glide
it feels so content, I can feel it, so free,
just flowing, opened to anything that is ready to show it,
to take it there.
I sit here thinking and feeling the motion,
no one can fill this empty place,
that's lingering out there,
stubbing, poking, constantly throbbing
never leaving us alone, always wanting to know more,
and more,
living deep inside, in the core of all things, and there
sits the Creator,
only One who can fill it, with his seal,
no matter where you look it will never be found,
until you sit alone in the throne of your own essence,
will you be whole, never alone, complete
and found once more,
as you feel and find the hand
of the Creator deep within,
dwelling/