I ask for the rain to cleanse me

And the rain arrives..

At first I sat with the droplets caressing my dark sun filled skin

Then I sat covered as she blew in

Gracefully

Dancing

Breathing

The layered frequency she baths my mind

The soft sounding secatdo vibrations from the concrete to the bass beats of the gutters

I lather my eyes with the sight of “pricklers”

millions of trillions of billons of energy formations that eventually form to liquid that hit this earth

The pricklers are crystal prisms between the pyramid of the pavement, air, and energy

Gracefully

Dancing

Breathing

The paradox of silence in the storm resonates with me to calm this dysregulated human experience in this body

I finally consider to..

Inhale earth and sky to create the union of this full bodied mediation

Mother nature’s thirst of a voice creates a crisp coolness of the wind which breaths into my skin

As temporary of this moment being held by nature

As temporary as all