Everything is Illuminated

November 9, 2015

Every drop of rain hits my skin and I count its softness

It slowly drifts down the middle of my back

Its water sends cool electric up and out

Just like the soft breeze that seems to comb my hair into the shape it wants for the day

Or the way my lips feel the pressure between them as they rest one on another, top to bottom and bottom to top.

Neither being effected by that of gravity

Just…sitting…being…positioned as they are in the stillness of where they began.

All the noise in this room and together a rhythm appears

It is this music that my my heart endures its beating for one more, one more.

An endless day and night of gratitude for all the little senses and their touches to O.

 

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