A story told while it rains*
I look out the window and see the droplets on the pane
Another story told and gone, washed with the rain
The day lingers on as the clouds move west
One can only be without doubt and hope for the best
For when I hit to slumber in another world tonight
To awaken fresh and strong and Now see the sunlight
Dom*Colucci 2011
Dear Dom: The mind is like a fan and it sprays outward like a raindrop unless focused on that which is within; the important being we are now. Always the same this light never extinguishes because it is from another realm only being held by our hold we have on staying achored to the material world. When you set your sights on your imagination; improving on the material reality; now becomes more soulfully attained by detaching from the body to the embodiment of soul. "And now see the Sunlight" the metaphor of that light within which is the light of the soul. Evocative poem; thank-you for this now.
ReplyDeleteyou are welcome my Dearest chiccoreal...as I gazed out of a window in a Subway submarine shop I was only hoping I could catch that moment and keep it long eneough to bring home and write and did....enjoy as well(+)
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