May we meet at the crossroads of body, mind and spirit. Together we will enter the magic and learn to fly.

Jun 11, 2012

When tears become new

I wrap my cloak tight as water drips of the brim of my hat.  The rain falls all around, scrubbing the air clean, washing away grime.  The smell of the city is replaced with a fresh scent of trees and plants.  I close my eyes and listen to the soft pater of rain drops, rhythmic and soothing.  I feel the water cool and refreshing on my face.  I open my eyes and see the rich, vibrant colors of the leaves and flowers.  I cup my hands and drink the clean, pure water.  All my senses are awakened and my soul is refreshed by the life giving rain.

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