I speak of love that comes to mind
A perfect care of community
An Eastern Ballad on the west coast
Of dreams and the New World
I don’t care what happens to my body
It’s my ideals come to life
That matters to me most
The small actions of my friends
And the creativity art of my work
When I die, there will be no ashes
Only the spirit of chance visiting
Satchitananda, surrender and most important
Lovers that cross the new centuries
Of mysticism pressed into new eyes
Where harbors the light of Roses of God
That require no dogma in order to bloom
Nephews of the future, intimate with
The trust of years of happy meditation
Sunlit faces of a supramental optimism.
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Wuji Seshat 
Beautiful
And the creativity art of my work…did you mean creative art? Or creative? Or art?