Rain's last line added - D'oh!

[Guest guest]

The energy that sifts this mountain

through the fingers of Love

reaching across centuries and centuries

as this same sunlight streaming

through the wet pine needles

leaves a heap of pebbles

at my feet glistening

in an other-worldly manner in the rain.

Picking up a shiny, black and white stone

and tossing it into the river beyond,

suddenly i am sinking into oblivion

as the last penetrating rays of light

filter through the watery depths,

and i know i am home again

everywhere and nowhere

at once.

Your bright smile

gleams ever-brighter

against the backdrop

of time and space

that are no more.

How can that be?

Ha! Paradox performs perfectly,

even now.

Even now.

And this rain never was so beautiful.

 

))))in the middle of winter weather

we remember the warm bright days.

 

in the midst of summer

we long for the rain.

 

what some might call

a paradox, we know as

beautiful, yet it's

not even that,

is it?

 

wet or dry,

to the glistening stones,

grace is not a mystery.

 

long ago they yielded one mobility

to dream of spinning through

fingers of space/time, tossed into

the same centuries' rivers

we skim the pebbled bottom of

right now, swept along by

the same love, the same

grace that moves

stones, water,

spawning wet dreams of

ancient mountains in

the rain,

 

suddenly pierced by sunlight.

 

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie & b