I.
Clouds, their condensation
water streaking from the sky,
dripping ecstatic lullabies
across the grace of nature
and my face.
I unfold under love.

II.
Held by earth and sky,
by dance-step and rush of droplets
beating against my skin,
stinging along my limbs—
a peeling sensation down to soul.
I’m part of something here,
gorgeous.

III.
Sunlight creasing the corners of my eyes,
almost too bright
in the dove-soft grey.
Joy on my lips,
kissed by life
and the Mother.

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