19 sept 2011 > 14/5 < Art/Alchemy/Hierophant
How will you get outta the box?
How can you flow uphill?
What resource do you want to make the best use of?
The rain gives a calming patter on my roof. I found it difficult to rise from a prone position and the comfort of my bed; letting the rhythm of it ease me back to sleep. Up now…Sippy the coffee, lay my words to these pages.
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Days of grey and rain
patter calm to my restless spirit
give quiet to the bright light of living
My sun never ceases to rise or set
flickering always at my center
grateful for a cloud, a burst of rain
The weather of me is volatile
hiding my ceaseless shining
shifting to a wet chill grey
The patter rhythm’s moist welcome
summons the quest for silence
gives my sunny days a rest