A Collection of Calls
The call ~
of the wild wind rain
wet cooling splashing
dampening smoky air
The call ~
of words repetitive garbled
droning moaning on through nights
no release tired eyes, thoughts,
bodies
The call ~
of continual revelation coming
to open hearts receiving love
goodness light
blessings gentleness falling
enclosing in hands held out
The call ~
of love to go out among the muck
dirt poor
taking carrying heart warming
glad tidings
passing on light kindness relief
The call ~
of life to stay put stop one spot
don't move away from times of
action
quiet calm green growth sunny
difficulties smiles
This is a stream-of-consciousness word-association poem. Don't try to make too much sense of it, as though it were a linear prose description, but let the incantation permeate your soul and the meaning will be clear and satisfying.
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