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Edited on Mon May-22-06 08:50 PM by WritingIsMyReligion
Random. 'Nuff said. :D
***************** "Sky and Soul" By: WritingIsMyReligion May 2006
I watch, and wait, lithe, human, As the first drops ease from the Sky, falling randomly and happening To envelope me as well in the rhythm—-
They are cool to the touch, and Tightly formed, until they meet me, Whereby they must bulge outwards, Still retaining their essential cores.
The rivulets race more quickly now Down my skin, sliding like liquid pearls Until my neck, chest, thighs are Damp with this shimmering energy—-
Some of it rolls down, to embrace the Earth at last, crawling back into bed, While more seeps into my pores, Diluting my blood and soul with nature.
Thunder overhead rolls, a steady line, And is echoed again and again by The chords as they ring through Earth’s most mystical ivory and ebony—-
All propelled onwards by the Controlled, edging hiss of rain, running Along taut animal skins, vibrating In curved slats of singing metal.
Lightning that lances across the Smokey depths of clouds illuminates The flash and gleam of brass that is Playing, burning in my mind’s eye—-
It sets free all manner of wild horn-cries That skip in and out among rain and Thunder, bright evanescent streaks of Consciousness that leave nothing unseared.
I lie down in the heady earth, Reveling in its exotic mud born of Sky and earth together, and think of Nothing but the passion inside me—-
It calls to the dancing-—but stolid, Eternal-—symphony all around, and Like a single drop of water caught in The ocean, I become overwhelmed…
Now and forever more I am one with the Laughter, with the sorrow, with the Life that is found to be inseparable from My beloved sophisticated rawness.
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Meh. Not my favorite. But...Whatever!
;)
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