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03/12/12 - (2)
Rain Spirits
The rain's slower-than-slow-flowing momentum Barely flusters the slush covering frozen Lake Nebagamon, Whose surface seems, in its pearl-hued gradations, To be the sky's identical twin, Both born of eternity's nurturing daughter: Earth Mother.
Having nothing assigned to my time and space and mind, This lazy, gray-glazed Monday afternoon, I sink deep into my cabin's cavernous sofa and just listen, As the rain kisses the roof and windows, strums my eardrums, Its tongue tips whispering mysteries from infinite distances.
Suffused with the wisdom of nature's methodical articulation, My ancient memory awakens to those visionary voices Which, many generations before the lake-sky was even born, The immortal Creator spoke, into Earth Mother's ears, That She might know Him, as I know Her, when rain speaks.
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