The world had been made
When the first words were said
Painting the land
With shapes and with borders
And colors emerged
Changing chaos to order
Then the world disappeared
Everything was unmade
Replaced by the words
That the tempered mind prayed
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The world had been made
When the first words were said
Painting the land
With shapes and with borders
And colors emerged
Changing chaos to order
Then the world disappeared
Everything was unmade
Replaced by the words
That the tempered mind prayed