heavy rains flood the land

a sad ebb tide rolls in dashing hope

new dreams will rise tomorrow

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how i need to re-member the words of rumi today, on this day beginning so early and in such a flow tide of synchrony… hours later, a sea change rolls in… knowing and unknowing, i fall into a deep sleep awakening hours later to inner heavy rains whispering of loss and calling me to the caravan of re-joy-sing, the co-heart of sand painters who live like water painting the day with colored sands to be blown into the spirit realms, the ocean of devotion at day’s end seeding new dreams…