Ultimate Cocreator
- Kateryna Derkach
- Jun 23, 2025
- 8 min read
The Nature of Co-Creation
I have already mentioned
That creation in itself
Doesn't actually exist
There is only co-creation
The real difficult challenge
Is to know with whom exactly
Are you currently co-creating
Who is your collaborating buddy
Some people do it with partners
Some with their family or tribe
Some with their city or region
Some with nature or humanity
Some with their intimate muse
In embodied form or not really
Some co-create within dreams
And some only do it with reality
The scope of who it could be
Is potentially endless, unknown
Some claim to do it with their cats
Some think airplanes talk to them
Some think it's God himself
Who is telling them what to think
He is coming in their head to talk
As if he has nothing else to do
And you my dear unknown reader
Who are you co-creating with
Who is that entity or being
What makes your creativity possible
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The Mysterious Collaborator
Who is the one who turns on
The funny lightbulbs in your head
What is whispering to your essence
In the languages only you understand
Who is this wild witchy person
Who is the devil himself in disguise
Waking up your most authentic desires
To help you transcend your biggest fears
With such irresistible, clever strategy
To seduce, to confuse, to make you feel
The depth of your own ocean of potentials
The void of freedom, pleasure and abundance
Who is the one who brought you colorful fire
Who is the one who taught you when to stop
The crazy flames of our crying desires in pain
With a simple movement of bare closed hand
Who is the one who plays with raw thunder
Like innocent child in pure love with soft rain
Who is the one who dances in wild rainbows
Who is the one who sings with the forests
Who is the one who can hear you
Even if you don't have a single idea
Where those ears are hiding or why
How can they listen to your silence
Who is the one who knows, sees
While pretending to be ignorant
Who is the one who is laughing
About the seriousness of egos
Who is the one who cares
For your desires and dreams
Who is the one who emerges
In the moment you expect the least
Who are you chasing so naively
From your such enormous heart
While running after it and asking
For it to come back to your soul
Who is the tornado of confusion
Who is the virus, who is the drug
Who is the being and non-being
Who could talk in infinite voices
Where is the sacred fragment
The one that is already whole
The one who feels for knowing
The one who transforms to be
Who is the one who is so obvious
While being shielded by its nudity
The one who plays with meanings
As if they could shape-shift freely
Who is the one who is confused
About why love is difficult, cruel
Who over-thinks way too much
About how to make it coherent
Who is the one who clearly wants
But is much too proud to admit it
Proud or scared, maybe even both
Walking in gardens of your illusions
Who is the one who made love divine
Tangible, still, grounded in the reality
Who showed you how your body
Is breathing with the living trees
Who was applying your new wisdom
With the precision of ancient master
To show you raw and dangerous edges
To ensure vulnerability can win our war
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The Sacred Inquiries
Who is king, who is queen
Who is priest, who is fool
Who is rebel, who is slave
Who is warrior and victim
What is system, what is society
What is nature, what is culture
What is tribe, what is commons
What is humanity, what is moral
What is the difference between
A city, a village, a forest, an ocean
What are the innate relationships
Between those connected fields
How do you reach the wholeness
Without honoring inclusive diversity
How do you establish social resilience
Without the empowerment of freedom
How do you trust irresponsible
How do you discipline wildness
How do you hold in compassion
The most intense kind of sorrow
How do you help without saving
How do you support outside duty
How do you care without abusing
How do you love without fixing
How do you stop this nonsense
How do you get out of numbness
How do you dare to walk the talk
How much you believe your lies
Why do you prefer heavens
Those that you cannot touch
Those who are not really real
Knowing the paradise is here
Why do you speak in exotic languages
Even your family can't yet understand
Why do you offer judgment to others
Based on ideologies that are not yours
Why do you impose your beliefs
Coming from foreign cultures
As a rightful way of belonging
To a community of local beings
Who are you to criticize
The free choice of others
Who are you to impose
What deserves the merit
Who are you enslaving
With your judgments
What is in your prison
Of this painful naivety
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The Broken-Winged Angel
Who is the precious one
The delicate flower of fire
Magic lotus made of stars
Emerging from black hole
Who got their wings broken
While diving into darkness
To hold your heart in there
Just to make sure you know
To know what exactly and why
Remembering your connection
Being sure you are never alone
Having living proof of your love
Who refused to play mediocrity
Of obsolete and sad conditioning
Of such boring limiting beliefs
Who triggered your true potential
When you start remembering
What you are capable of doing
You also start discovering slowly
How you have been abusing power
You start having weird memories
When you destroyed our villages
To be able to get married and be with
Your beloved who called them her home
You start remembering also
The death of your children
Those you didn't welcome
In your heart when needed
You didn't believe the sacred
Can emerge from your spirit
So, you just judged to be evil
Your most exquisite creation
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The Empty Kingdom
Were you scared to lose
The crown you didn't have
Were you enraged so much
Because of the empty throne
Were you so ashamed and sad
Because your arrogant queen
Has spit like savage on love
And your promised kingdom
Were you confused about why
Would she walk away from you
Do you question whom to blame
For such ironic circumstances
A kingdom made of blood and bones
Is haunted with wild suffering spirits
A king who ignores their presence
Might be blind to be their master
He might be empowering nicely
The inhuman revenge of the dead
He thinks he is the victim in power
But in reality, he is just a marionette
The one who divides between good and bad
Is potentially the most powerful, foolish evil
The one who thinks he knows rightful truth
Is usually dangerously and stupidly naïve
The one who believes that justice
Is something that must fit his mind
To be flattering, making sense to ego
Of his delusional perception of power
The one who listens to the whisper
From dead gods who hold "wisdom"
Who thinks that in the ancient books
He can find answers for perfect future
The one who is confused in vain
Whom to obey, to whom surrender
The guidance becomes deceiving
Who is creating, who is dreaming
Who is dead or who is alive
Who is master, who is pupil
Who is leading, who follows
Who is in charge, who is not
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The Questions of Power
Who are your allies and partners
How fragmented is your territory
What is the authentic coherence
Of your closest net of connection
How are you expecting to hold
The density of unlimited power
In the invisible dreaming clouds
That don't have the grounding
How can you protect air
How can you offer water
How can you cherish soil
If you don't have the fire
How can you call home
A place you never visit
How could you provide
Without reliable source
How could you be trusted
When you don't even know
What your desires truly want
When you shame, judge them
Why do you think it's so simple
Or must be on a silver platter
If it's yours, you do nothing
It should show up when ready
Who is not ready, who is in denial
Who uses the spiritual bypassing
Under a pretext of the divine wish
Who is so desperately seeking
The open access to the power
The raw force they are judging
Sad illusion they are protecting
Who owns the magic of love
Who believes in your miracles
Who can shape-shift space-time
Who is real priestess of the mystery
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The Desert Teacher
Who is the one who gave you trust
By abandoning you in the desert
To show you the raw empowerment
While honoring your full free choice
Who is the one who opened you up
To the multiplicity of our coexistence
Who is the rebel one who made sure
To be around in both hell and heaven
What is this subtle scent of presence
What is this interdimensional mystery
How is it even possible, am I sleeping
Nothing makes sense and I don't care
The life force lives in the connection
From which you co-create all beauty
Each one of your intimate relations
Is part of our interdependent system
You are the one with power to choose
With whom you decide to collaborate
At what level of awareness, intensity
At what scale of impacts and risks
More energy and data you contribute
To some specific relationship you have
The more this connection rises powerful
The more it could feel terrifyingly alarming
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The Simple Truth
But maybe after all this amusing searching
Through kingdoms of imperceptible mysteries
The most powerful and mind-blowing creation
Happens in your kitchen on Tuesday morning
Maybe the ultimate collaborator
Is not some distant god or lost muse
But your beloved making you sweet tea
While you tend the plants by the window
Maybe nurturing your very small village
Matters more than healing humanity
Maybe saying hi to your weird neighbor
Has more impact than your grand mission
When the world spins too wildly complex
It's a powerful sign you're co-creating
With beings too far from your heart
Too removed from your simple love
The most efficient path to abundance
Might just be holding hands and kiss
With someone who sees your soul
And laughs at your terrible jokes
After all the shadow work and transcendence
After accepting the broken kingdoms within
Sometimes what calls us back to wonder
Is innocence of our own rebel desires
Or the way forgiveness feels
Like coming home to yourself
Or how tender playfulness smiling
Can heal what philosophy cannot
The real power might not be found
In mastering some invisible forces
But in choosing radical simplicity
In our world obsessed with more
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The Present Recognition
Like right now, in this very magic moment
As these words meet your curious eyes
Our souls are co-creating something
Neither of us planned to experience
Maybe the ultimate paradox of this mystery
Is this: you reading me about me writing you
This impossible conversation of our non-being
Across time and space of deeply intense silence
And suddenly I realize something strange
The one I've been asking or dreaming about
All along, through multiple irrelevant questions
Might be my own essence deeply lost… within you
The one who turns on the light with thunder
The one who whispers in sounds of my body
Only you can understand hilarious nonsense
The one who dances in rainbows without rain
Right here, right now, like always
In the space between my sharp words
And your understanding of the unknown
In the pause between coherent heartbeats
In the breath you just took
Without thinking about why
In the way your being knows
How to be alive without trying
So ordinary mundane
So incredibly simple
So magically sacred
Hello you, my dear…
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The Return
So now again, this such loopy inquiry
What is love? What is (com)passion?
What is desire? What is in our reality?
Who is your real lover of co-creation?
