Listening rain plashes upon crystal spring waters It hears the trailing distance disguised in the silent gravity chasing it down the sky; refreshingly sprinkling stillness where spotless fawns drink from mirror pond green and peacefulness
A man falls from a distance he knows by heart; dropping like a wind broke tree ... Breaking all the silence hidden within the deepest places of his soul Hitting the ground hard to see if he still feels — laying there broken feeling the raindrops soothe the hurt
Certain when he’s able to get back up, hearing a distant calling to the fountains of his soul — he may fall down again bearing the weight of broken dreams But he’s seen it all for long enough to know: he’s no candle in the wind
Awakening in an unfinished life, coming back from the dead, still feeling each feral breath enough — to keep on trying to chase down the wind ...
harlon rivers .
November 4th, 2018
Rumi said: 'Whoever brought me here Will have to take me home'