Tha dullup. ta dullup. tat! tat! tat!
If it is silent, is it really rain?
A coolness overcomes me as I let the rhythm in.
Tha dullup. ta dullup. tat. tat. tat.
The sound is steadier now.
Settled into a smoother pattern.
Tha dullup. ta dullup. tat. tat. tat?
Has been replaced with
A richer sound indicating everything is wet.
Tha dullup! ta dullup! tat! tat! tat!
Just a memory of the beginning
Of the current downfall. Wash and clean.
She roars, purrs and manages my anger.
Boiling at times even seething at my calmness of the situation
Her angers pushes against the bars of decency and expected behavior.
Eventually roaring becomes mumbling and pacing.
Soon there is peace then confidence. The Tiger joins me.
Or maybe I join her. Something soothes the beast.
Her beauty and strength have become essential to my survival.
I embrace her from the core of who I am.
I love the beast. When we wrestle I feel … so alive!
If she is quiet by my side, I feel peace in her heartbeat.
When I walk, roam, hunt or enter a meeting,
Her strength is my confidence.
There’s a Bengal Tiger beneath the surface.
At the edge of consciousness.
Each of us
In our own personal galaxy.
We meet in
The space between our planets.
And we connect. An experience
We all know,
But can never fully describe.
On this side there is a great stillness.
On this side I feel the calm.
On the inside I sense it. Breathe. Breathe.
Deeply. Before falling off into
Whatever. Whatever the day brings.
There will be a journey, take it joyfully.
Let the day have its way with you.
Creation include struggle and contrast
That are sometimes so strong. Sometimes
so blinding, you feel like giving up. Breathe. Breathe.
Creation includes satisfaction and joy.
Creation expands you, your mind, your essence,
and our Universe.
We are grateful
The glow of it over the horizon.
Pushing through the clouds.
The contrast of clouds. Cold still there … waiting.
Pressing forward into the day
The light would have its way.
There could be joy and abundance.
There could be sickness and sorrow.
Everything smells new.
A fresh start neither prosperous or bankrupt.
A fresh start
So close, I feel your presence.
Over my shoulder.
Other times out in front of me protecting me
— mostly from myself.
I love the warmness that comes from deep within.
You light warms me, your wings embrace me.
I let you take me
On the edge of the day, I rise in awareness.
I hold back as much of the coming day as I can
Resisting the onslaught, I breathe deeply. Stillness.
I focus. This is where take my stand
On the edge of the ravine
The canyons, valleys not so grand
Mist glides gently into the scene
A mysterious quality, a journey status quo
As it kisses each blade of grass.
Gently the wind blows the planted furrows.
The mist can not or will not embrace the path.
Moving closer to the edge,
I feel the changing of the wind
As the valley accepts its new lover
A display radiates across the chasm.
It looks like a bridge
Frosty and flat from one end to the other
Is it hiding a perilous journey
Or creating an invitation to a great adventure?