The source of creativity: a poem

I.

What is the source of creativity?

It's that thing the beget the mountain and the trees.

The one that made the rivers and the seas. 

The source of everything that could possibly be.

II.

"But what could it be?" A man will ask and say.

Not knowing that he himself is part of it, to his dismay.

He will do anything to keep the truth at bay.

But it will still manifest in each of his ways.

III.

Creativity is not only that which is pleasing.

It also includes everything that's existing.

It is not only drawings nor is it only paintings,

It is also the ordinary, the mundane, and the times that we're hurting.

IV.

At this point, there now comes a blur.

But we can proceed, and still be sure.

That the question of creativity is not something to be solved

but something that must be embodied and left untold.

V.

But if we're stubborn, we can ask until there's nothing left,

But the plain truth that we all want kept.

The source of creativity is something that can only be felt,

because where it comes from is life itself.