Possessing the freedom to create . . .

Molecule by molecule, the lattice is formed; layer upon layer; ever striving, reaching for perfection. A diamond is pure carbon expressed in a clear gem which sings romance to the heart of a lover; flashes lightning bright under the pale yellow sun; speaks whispers of hidden truth and flaming adventure. With a hard heart which pours light through hand cut facets, a diamond keeps the secret of its birth from plain coal parents for all its life. Pressure, heat, and above all, time are the magic ingredients to make a diamond.

Can a human heart be free enough to create a diamond within a lifetime?

Freedom is the time to make diamonds from the thoughts which charm us. Freedom is the time to create in a timeless space, focused on the engrossing moment wherever it arises in the steady flowing minutes channeled through creation. Freedom is indulgence, spent to bring forth from chaos something perfect we can claim as ours.

A flower cultivated from a seed.

A child released from the womb.

A kiss recalled for a lifetime.

Achieving perfection in a thing that we do, leaving it fully finished.

Perfect as a pure white diamond.

That is the freedom to create. . .