Love like a Raging Raindrop

November 21, 2009

I stood in the crowded cafe and saw the storm approach. I had come to this

place as a quick stop before continuing into the morning and as I stood in front

of the glass door the first part of the cloudburst began to slant into the earth

carried by a strong wind. It flew into the world sideways piercing everything in

its path.

Everyone stared.

" Whoa look at it go! " people murmured amongst themselves as the heavenly

floodgates opened wide.

I stared out at the rain pelting everything in its path with relentless fervor.

As if each drop had its own individual desire and need to land the gift of

itself upon the earth.

The gift of itself.

I was given the parallel of the Kundalini and its way of working though and from

and within an individual as a " gift of its self. " As the cascade of cloud born

love reached its seeming peak of fury, I stepped out into that rage of

raindrops.

I was almost blown over by the wind and water as the drops stretched out wide

inside of it like clear needles. They gave of their love with a passion

unmatched! They pounded me with gale force drive as I with gratitude slowly

turned into their embrace.

It was extremely dense and I was soaked before I even got half of the thirty

yards to the vehicle. I was being drenched in love and I was in no hurry!

People stared. I didn't care.

I felt the sting and the splat and the ardor of each individual drop as it

slammed itself into and upon me. I looked into them to receive their raging

kisses upon my face and I thanked the divine for such an awesome gift. This gift

of love, this gift of transformation from the body of the individual drop into

the stream, creek, river, and the sea. The powerful journey of the raindrop as

it is transformed and enlarged and expanded exponentially as it becomes the sea

and the sea becomes it.

Similar to my journey. I too am expanded and transformed by the love of the

divine Kundalini. I have become the drop of Kundalini and the Kundalini has

become the drop of me. Together we radiate the divine love upon all within its

reach. I realize that I am guided to give and to love and open and give of

myself and to do it with strength and passion and power of the love of a raging

raindrop!

This is the natural way. -

November 22, 2009

Ooh wow...this makes my heart POUND. I actually had to step away from this

writing for it drenched me with it's beauty. I wanted to experience the drinking

of it in, and feel it seep into all the little crevaces and trickle through me.

The sensation, the passion and love then pushed up like a tidal wave and left me

with an awe expression and feeling. This is SO beautiful, Chrism. So visual, and

tactile and just so beautiful. Thank you for experiencing this and sharing in

the way you have.

Thank you.

Love and Blessings to You, Chrism.

-Danielle

, " "

<> wrote:

>

> I stood in the crowded cafe and saw the storm approach. I had come to this

place as a quick stop before continuing into the morning and >

> This is the natural way. -

>

November 22, 2009

dear chrism:

a storm of wonder...I can only imagine how others looked at you loving and being

embraced by the storm- they have no idea of the feelings the power of the divine

can invoke especially a wonderous storm.

I am grateful for your sharing of this precious time spent with the forces of

nature in a loving embrace and I am grateful for the explanation of love given

to you by each raindrop and from you to all of us.

Someone mentioned recently about seeing Kundalini in all aspects of one's life

as we go about in our daily journey. You just demonstrated how deep that seeing

and knowing can be if one is mindful of Kundalini at all times. And how easy it

is to make connections that teach us and show us deeper meanings of self within

the Kundalini path.

How I enjoy and embrace your words - this post definitely is one for the poetry

section. You are writing much more deeply from the creative soul that is

chrism. Shakti is finding a new approach that will resonate with many on a

basic level of meaning ( from the heart of chrism ). I thank you for the lessons

and the love that is given.

May you experience many more powerful and loving storms.

e

November 22, 2009

I would have joined in, and maybe squeeled in delight once I gotten through the

initial sting of it.

This makes me think of when I was a child...when the winds came gusting through,

I would run outside and prop myself up against the trees still growing; I didn't

want for them to break. We had five acres and many little elm and aspen trees to

brace and embrace. The rain would pelt me so hard...and I would just push

against the trees with all my little might and sometimes gerrr like The Hulk, or

laugh in delight while being one with the storm. But then through the billows, I

would hear my full name being called and see my mum running out under the

elements to fetch me. Lovingly so, it was followed by a few choice words of

frustration and a cozy towel embrace, and a nice warm cup of hot chocolate or

tea. score! LOL.

Love, Pelting & Dancing Rain drops.

-Danielle

, " " .

wrote:

>

> dear chrism:

>

> a storm of wonder...I can only imagine how others looked at you loving and

being embraced by the storm- they have no idea of the feelings the power of the

divine can invoke especially a wonderous storm.

>

November 22, 2009

I love this! I've been in a similar situation but my love of it didn't go as

deep as yours. I accepted the wetness and was grateful for the rain as we always

need it here.

I learn and anjoy reading of your experiences and it is poetically written, as

said.

Nice mental picture, too!

Love to all,

Valarie

November 22, 2009

Dear Chrism,

The power of love and transformation radiates out from your words, and is a

beautiful gift.

Love, Sandra

, " "

<> wrote:

>

> I stood in the crowded cafe and saw the storm approach. I had come to this

place as a quick stop before continuing into the morning and as I stood in front

of the glass door the first part of the cloudburst began to slant into the earth

carried by a strong wind. It flew into the world sideways piercing everything in

its path.

>

> Everyone stared.

>

> " Whoa look at it go! " people murmured amongst themselves as the heavenly

floodgates opened wide.

>

> I stared out at the rain pelting everything in its path with relentless

fervor. As if each drop had its own individual desire and need to land the gift

of itself upon the earth.

>

> The gift of itself.

>

> I was given the parallel of the Kundalini and its way of working though and

from and within an individual as a " gift of its self. " As the cascade of cloud

born love reached its seeming peak of fury, I stepped out into that rage of

raindrops.

>

> I was almost blown over by the wind and water as the drops stretched out wide

inside of it like clear needles. They gave of their love with a passion

unmatched! They pounded me with gale force drive as I with gratitude slowly

turned into their embrace.

>

> It was extremely dense and I was soaked before I even got half of the thirty

yards to the vehicle. I was being drenched in love and I was in no hurry!

>

> People stared. I didn't care.

>

> I felt the sting and the splat and the ardor of each individual drop as it

slammed itself into and upon me. I looked into them to receive their raging

kisses upon my face and I thanked the divine for such an awesome gift. This gift

of love, this gift of transformation from the body of the individual drop into

the stream, creek, river, and the sea. The powerful journey of the raindrop as

it is transformed and enlarged and expanded exponentially as it becomes the sea

and the sea becomes it.

>

> Similar to my journey. I too am expanded and transformed by the love of the

divine Kundalini. I have become the drop of Kundalini and the Kundalini has

become the drop of me. Together we radiate the divine love upon all within its

reach. I realize that I am guided to give and to love and open and give of

myself and to do it with strength and passion and power of the love of a raging

raindrop!

>

> This is the natural way. -

>

November 22, 2009

This brought back good childhood memory of mine as well. I love it when it

rained and would often strip out of my clothes and go out and have a rain

shower. I loved the way rain made my hair so soft and shiney. As a teen, I did

not strip of my clothes any longer but would go out on the porch and lean my

head over and wash my hair as the rain poured from the roof.

We had a couple of very rainy days without the lightening on Thursday and Friday

and I went out in the rain a couple of times to feel the rain drops on my body.

(not naked, but wished) I invited my dog and cat to join me, but they just sat

in the doorway and looked at me as if I were a totally coo-coo.

I loved the way you expressed your experience of the raging raindrops, Chrism.

Love,

Linda

, " iamwaitingmoon "

<iamwaitingmoon wrote:

>

> I would have joined in, and maybe squeeled in delight once I gotten through

the initial sting of it.

>

> This makes me think of when I was a child...when the winds came gusting

through, I would run outside and prop myself up against the trees still growing;

I didn't want for them to break. We had five acres and many little elm and aspen

trees to brace and embrace. The rain would pelt me so hard...and I would just

push against the trees with all my little might and sometimes gerrr like The

Hulk, or laugh in delight while being one with the storm. But then through the

billows, I would hear my full name being called and see my mum running out under

the elements to fetch me. Lovingly so, it was followed by a few choice words of

frustration and a cozy towel embrace, and a nice warm cup of hot chocolate or

tea. score! LOL.

>

> Love, Pelting & Dancing Rain drops.

> -Danielle

>

> , " " <@>

wrote:

> >

> > dear chrism:

> >

> > a storm of wonder...I can only imagine how others looked at you loving and

being embraced by the storm- they have no idea of the feelings the power of the

divine can invoke especially a wonderous storm.

> >

>

November 22, 2009

I am infinitely grateful to your Kundalini for these gift of yourself to us your

students.

Thank you so very much dear Chrism,

Love & Blessings to you,

edgar

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Sat, November 21, 2009 10:54:59 PM

Love like a Raging Raindrop

I stood in the crowded cafe and saw the storm approach. I had come to this place

as a quick stop before continuing into the morning and as I stood in front of

the glass door the first part of the cloudburst began to slant into the earth

carried by a strong wind. It flew into the world sideways piercing everything in

its path.

November 22, 2009

To Love Like a Raging Raindrop

Wash over me with your pelting rain

Your liquid silver dew

Wash over me and through me

And leave me clean and cool.

Wash through me with your silver shots

And claim me for your own;

Then strip the shards of self away

And for my lack atone.

I gladly yield my self to you

Baptize me in your rain

And wash away all evidence

Of self's dispair and pain.

To you I yield, to you alone

From now throughout all time;

Relinquishing what lies behind:

Now clothed in the sublime.

Diane Baugh

November 22, 2009

Very poignant Diane...

Thank you - this reminds me of some old church songs ...

e

November 22, 2009

I likedÂ every ones experiences regarding rain.During childhood days when rain

started in initial stages some rain drops were here some there, scattered every

where ,with the wind they moved in front,I used to run and tried to catch them

with open palms of both hands,before heavy showers began.We played football in

heavy rain, hitting the muddy ball on opponents body,tripping them purposely so

they fell on the ground,soaked with mud and water.In those days footballs were

not so soft as of present days.They were heavy, and with rain they used to get

heavier,making difficult to kick or heading them........................shrikant

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Mon, 23 November, 2009 1:27:15 AM

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