Oh the rains came, a bit late to temporal anticipation and long
term need but thoroughly drenched, in glorious wet-rewarded pleads. I am myself
replenishing with ground-soak happiness. Truly there is a demand for a
fireplace in the mind. It is a rain of all honesty with an intermittency of replenishments
released in broad-sweeps across the interiors of all of us. It is fresh wonder,
each drop telling its own story to the contact surface of every listener in
passing. This is a choir in-gathering, it sings in harmonies, all respectful,
with melody beyond the weep of joy. It is telling of itself through
gravity-driven earnestness, as a language of confirmation that never lies but
always is drawn towards saturation yet encourages blossoms. Yes, I am fascinated
with the emptiness that is richly blessing from within this liquidity. I needed
to feel this fullness as it slowly happens as these mirroring monuments within apparent pooling stillness.
Water like this is a fluid fragrance, a gesture of yearning soaked in smolder, as
a time capsule of the future, coming into presence. My body, itself of water,
aches for it. Our bodies are as instruments to this as we should know how to also
play. This rain is inviting, sending me refined images, undulating contours,
cleavages, sweeps, reflection beyond words, and eventually magical evaporatives
into invisible fumes. These are evocatives that become subtly evaporative yet
the preciousness still remains, rich are these feelings, from saturation within
. . .
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