The sound of rain falling.
The forms of the people
in their pure body.
In that stillness, the only stillness.
I see a map to the next moment.
A soul wandering,
just like you and me.
No longer knowing the names
of the trees or the birds.
But, capable of so much more.
Not of preference, but of belonging
A parade of our mutual life.
Leaping and wide, and
rising together from the darkness.