The rain is falling
and it sounds like home to me.
Liquid life that cleanses all, and the earth drinks.
The water tickles the roof, natures pure heartbeat.
Such a peaceful energy that surrounds and soothes.
The eaves channel this gift ...and it flows and gathers.
Pools form capturing the drifting clouds offering.
A stream begins to rush, it is strength in motion.
The sand is pushed, a pebble moves, the earth spins.
A spirit has its last breath as another takes its first.
A misty dawn awaits us tomorrow welcoming life.
Breath it, see it, taste and rejoice in it.
A treasure that will only happen once, different from any other before, or again.
I will walk outside and lift my face to the sky and feel my spirit.
Open myself to all the souls present, past, and future....
I am alive...
Consciously seperate, spiritually One with all.
Liquid life that cleanses all, and the earth drinks.
The water tickles the roof, natures pure heartbeat.
Such a peaceful energy that surrounds and soothes.
The eaves channel this gift ...and it flows and gathers.
Pools form capturing the drifting clouds offering.
A stream begins to rush, it is strength in motion.
The sand is pushed, a pebble moves, the earth spins.
A spirit has its last breath as another takes its first.
A misty dawn awaits us tomorrow welcoming life.
Breath it, see it, taste and rejoice in it.
A treasure that will only happen once, different from any other before, or again.
I will walk outside and lift my face to the sky and feel my spirit.
Open myself to all the souls present, past, and future....
I am alive...
Consciously seperate, spiritually One with all.
by Brad Dawson
Words In Motion 2014
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