Into the rain I run, the mist kisses my forehead.
I can almost feel it sizzling, metaphysically.
My imaginal scene flows through me.
I sink to the ground beneath, eyes closing.
In sync, this is exactly how I was feeling.
I open my eyes in this version.
Sending hot breaths in clouds above me.
Filled with the noise and pressure building.
Under my skin, I let it float away from me, dissapearing into the air surrounding.
To be delt with by the trees. As they send a new does of my lungs feast.
The feast I give my blood by breathing deep, feeding all my occupants.
I relish the ability, to water and do good for something.
Seems like I have to tiptoe or the space I consume has me stepping on toes in my surrounding.
In my sanctuary I dance free, rising above the scene, surrounded by glowing columns.
From them each pours a different hue of light in streams. The rain falls all around me,
in my new found covering, in a circle around me a warm fire
One that wouldn’t burn me if it tried, the fire of Life I hold inside.
Only ever consumes the lies. I step inside and let it consume the dross and lead from my body.
I glow gold, and turquoise and green. Can you imagine? Let it be, let the image roam free,
with you but in your own view, how do you see yourself?
The rain no longer cold, but refreshing to me as I step
from the furnace purifying the streams in me.
The warm breeze dries my ridges and valleys,
a wonderous scene, I am in the process of refining.
It all begins with the lens I speak and so see.