The infinity of intellect seems to clog the pipes of creativity
When the entirety of understanding is attempted to be born all at once
A living breathing organism is born into life
The way it is born into time
gradually
Limb by limb
Breath by breath
Becoming intimately familiarly
With the ways in which the waters of Time flows
through and around creation
with loving warmth
and nourishing embrace
saying “slowly… your time will come”