Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Monday, April 16, 2012

the RAIN STICk

Right as reign
The unquestionable hold that goodness and integrity have, which command your dedication to the light of love (in everyone and everything), where you are your truest god.

Right as rein
The truth of life showing you that where you have been has lead you here, and to where you are going. No questions. To be always in the light.

Right as rain
The bliss of the quenching comfort that soothes and grows all that must not be questioned. It is the soft pitter patter of rain, which as you listen, fills your cup. Drink from the cup and you will live and you will grow.


The cloud bowed down to kiss the earth
the dried land began to tremble
then came the waters' quenching rains
which washed away a thought too simple

It called to me on a cold, rushing wind
that hardened, quickly, my nippled skin
When in every whisper and every shout
the magic of you came pouring in

The winds caressed the mountains' tips
while the valley heaved its sweet refrain
til the night's stiff breeze in reverent joy
billowed hard across the moist, grassy plain


A gush that dripped down me in trickles
as I turned my face toward the invisible sun
Quenched, drenched in this storm, as right as rain
where warmth so rich, had made us one


May I have another glass of wine?

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