Creation Engima Poem by Seshat Nibada

Victory, though it comes too late
I had not learnt creation’s prize
How to survive the engima of living
How to push it clear with flowers

And breaths that felt transparent
Till the hour strikes, the clay that trembles
My heart with seeds of victory
Of light, deep in the abyss of night

Existence, is a heavy thing, with astonished speed
Victory, it has always been a kind of love
Human love, or divine love, or children
Something with the motion of eternity

Like the Enigma of a flower that
Never forgets to open, or as the Sun
Which never idles not to give
The heat and sustenance of living

Then, creation, is what makes us feel alive
The bliss of living and knowing
How to arrive at that place with the
Sweet effect of the motion of life.