The night was thick and heady like a full bodied red wine. The energy of the world had shifted massively in the past two days. The barometric pressure expressing glad tidings and red flags to all that would see or hear which in the urban city were few and far between. Even the domesticated four legged animals had lost the lust for sight with their fat bellies,overflowing bowls and constant search for the missing ingredient. No time to listen to the sky and the trees. No time to feel the gravity shift. To heed the warning given to get low, burrow. That was all before. Life had moved into a blind state. A state of apathy for this moment and lust for the next moment and what it might bring?
Birds still knew. Wild animals. Savages. Interesting perspective. I always thought that was a sad irony. That the ones called savage, feral, wild, unsophisticated, undomesticated, were actually the wise and the learned. the Ones carrying the messages past down for centuries through song, action, or experience- not the written word- but through the breath of life, the REAL truth.
Still there are some that lean toward the earth and all her knowledge, all her loving kindness. She always takes us back in the end. Always forgives us and folds us back into her loving arms. Such a tender mother. Some can see the changes happening, can smell them and taste them. Our bodies know.
Regardless of whether we know or not, whether we are ready or not it comes to it's own calling. The rain. In the night it came, and by morning it had retreated again standing back to admire the palette. I think the rain loves to fall into the dark. Speeding ravenously into the lights of the city, into the dark crevices of the canyons. Flying blind to discover with which will it marry? The ground, bushes, an animals fur, a rooftop?
I lay awakened by the gentle sound as if a lover were at my door knocking gently, announcing his presence in my space. I lay in my bed and look with closed eyes through the walls through the roof and up into the dark descending sky. I can feel the urgency of the release and the immediacy of the moment. The drops soaring down propelled by some natural force towards a destination unknown. Down on me. There are no walls, no roof. My clothes soaked, my body drenched as if in honey. Drops peel across my eyelids. They get caught in the webs of my lashes only to gather and continue on like tears. My hands outstretched towards the sky, welcoming the nourishment. the comfort of the continuous pulsing of each tiny touch, each drop like an embrace. My color returns from pale to pink as I am fed from such attention and such lavish tenderness. I love the rain. Not for the voids that it fills, but for the voids that it exposes, and holds, witnesses.
The rain never stays long where I live. Watches from above with jealous eyes. The browning of the earth and plants. The deprivation of oxygen from our machines. The desperation of our constant struggle to fix and repair and have more. He see's the ones that wait. That pray for his safe return. For the acceptance of this time to wash over them in peace and kindness. Sometimes we can't fight for the truth against the mob, but accept that the truth will reveal itself on a grander scale when and if it should. The rain knows this. He sometimes dreams to walk here with us and smell the life he brings. The scent of intimacy. Sweet, full of pheromones, ripe with desire and calling to him, calling him by name to come again, come again love. He waits patiently. No one knows what inspiration drives the rain. We all answer to different calls.
The observed life, the life reflected on, is so much better than the waking life! Or are they the same?
I love this description of me, it's perfect:
Even the domesticated four legged animals had lost the lust for sight with their fat bellies,overflowing bowls and constant search for the missing ingredient.
And this is just wonderful writing:
I love the rain. Not for the voids that it fills, but for the voids that it exposes, and holds, witnesses.
Posted by: will | Jan 23, 2012 at 11:22 AM