Creative Process Poem by Ozie James

At that place where I feel the heavens at my face the ocean at my back
That place where peace is a reality and war, hate and crime is out of vision out of mind
At that place where mind manifests with ease just as the russel of the wind against the trees
At that place where poverty is none and wealth is plenty
I see a golden land with no color against my brother no weapons in hand no need for demand
And beauty, beauty only requires the opening of our eyes
Beauty only requires the opening of our eyes our whys our wants and our cant's
At that place where Im so intune with the stars heavens and the moon
Lighting as if illuminated in clarity of all
Due season due season consists of winter, spring, summer and fall
With the blossom of every blooming beauty springing from the ever glades of melinin
Embeded within mother earth whos cycle of continuing birth justifies the meaning of l.i.f.e
Her spirit manifested in you and me
That is beauty that is love that is life that is eternal that, that is the creative process