In Service of Life

I died one day. Died to all my identities, to all my pride, to all my thoughts, to all my habits. And in that vacuum, I became refilled with the endless vitality of life. In other words, I emptied myself, and only then was the spirit of creation allowed to enter me.

I exist, now, in a state of serving She who gave me it all. How does one serve creation, if not by creating endlessly. That is my only remaining purpose. My only lasting identity, I am the servant of God, and I tribute her through my creations, and tribute all my creations to her.