I listen to the rain –
at five am – I drift
in and out of uneasy sleep
darkness, mystery and sensuality lurk
as the future steps into the present
for one moment - challenging – exciting
all at once eerily intense.
Listening to the rain becomes –
a stretching spiral galaxy,
expanding far beyond
these individual drops of glorious precipitation.
I study the sound – perplexed, with hesitation
At the loss of a kindred human spirit
and that friend – finds his way into this Zen meditation.
and that friend – finds his way into this Zen meditation.
Ah - one of so many losses during this sad January
Two thousand Ten.
Yet O this tragic passing gives way
to a rising as our friend succumbs
to the natural rhythms we all accept
and hold at bay -
while he makes his last flight home.
<<< >>>>
As I wake now – hours, perhaps lifetimes have passed
the rain has turned into a light snowfall -
leaving a thin sheen of glistening beauty.
Sunlight glances across the white frozen pond
and a fresh clean world awaits -
Angels have spread their magic dust –
blessing those that pass away
and those of us that one-day
will certainly follow.
J.E. Dorsey – aka. Doug Claybourne – for Coleman
01.27.10 - Rev. 10.30.10
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