like baby steps, as he stands and falls, losses balance, trembles as he struggles to stand. the same way he rises after each fall with little fear but hope, hope he giggles with joy when he manages to run to his mother. how he spreads his arms ahead of those red blinking shoes. the sun shines aupon such.
as a leaf rises out of the ground with the first rain and it begins to unfold, when the warmth of the ground beaneath exposes him to the elements of the world. when he begins to open up to feel the beauty of the calm air he breathes. as he trembles in the wind and still stands.
so is the story, and if we can have a glimpse at the six days of creation to see how it all unfolded, how the stars were birthed, the whale`s first breathe as he rose out of the ocean, or the dolphin`s first swim over the edge that separates air form liquid. how the first eagle unfolded her wings and took to the sky. the lion`s first roar in the jungle as he assumed ultimate power and the girraffe as he towered over those overtly tall branches to eat and glimpsed the first green horizon in the distance to watch the sun come over the land.
there was no fear, there is no fear as we try and again start, there is purity in creation, a silence that breaks boundaries, there is a measure of beauty when the first chuckle crosses our ears. thats how we innocently create. and with words also.
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