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Desert Rain

Deserts in the mist
Desert people—nomads
Desert people until they die
From crunched up loneliness
That tears their soul to pieces

Desert sand
Flows out everywhere
As the wind blows…
Dry and hot and cold
Swirling around
The empty crevasses
Of your soul

Rain comes but once a year
Flooding the dry deep sands
And green comes out
Blanketing the yellow nothingness
Blanketing the still silence
With a carpet of green

…here today, gone tomorrow

As fleeting as the opening of a gift
Once open
The joy of opening it is gone
Once kissed
The joy of the first kiss is gone

Until the rains come again next year.

“Earth brings us into life and nourishes us. Earth takes us back again. Birth and death are present in every moment.” --Thich Nhat Hanh

“In the landscape of the soul there is a desert, a wilderness, an emptiness, and all great singers must cross this desert to reach the beginning of their road….All wandered through the wasteland,…speaking to empty air, listening to the wind, before finding their dove,…before finding their true voice.” --Ray Faraday Nelson