Poem | Creator

The tools are ready.

Where’s your creation?

The right brain is screaming,

Time to unleash your imagination.

Let unconsciousness write prompts,

visions will display in your head.

Fine-tuned through many interactions,

Consciousness will manifest them in the world.

Dig into your thoughts,

and sort them out.

Synthese entire ideas,

and reclaim your lost radiance.

Accept the shamanistic gift,

never let your inside stories die passed.

You don’t need to be perfect,

but please just be unique.