Fallen tears from the Kingdom of Heaven above
Happening here, now, in the Golden West
Winged friends harmonizing alchemically with the dripping of water outside
Triggering
Releasing
Dissolving
The tightness in the chest is but the hypnosis of the make-believe
Funny how we give names to the conditionings so quickly
How intensely we sensationalize stories without knowing
Kabir once said,
"The rain-bird wails in thirst for the rain:
almost she dies of her longing
yet she would have none other water than the rain..."
So this bird is getting ready to take flight
Into the Most High
Into the Hill of Fire
Into thundering clouds of the raining sky
SitaraAlaknandaShakti (c)
