There is a place of quiet contemplation...
All-encompassing feeling-
Not a destination -
Where the soft raindrops fall from ripe clouds
Poised above luscious tree crowns...
All the sounds are clear yet feathery
Where you meet yourself in all your eyes touch
All is known- evoking your memory...
Yet freshly bathed in newness of what is to come...
You can smell the unknown as if it already happened
As it wraps you up in the blanket of light fullness
Of the undefinable moment...
You called upon this rain of inner cleansing
Somewhere between nostalgia and quiet happiness
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