Storms

Some storms pass
Sudden –
Belonging only to the
Moment of their
Giving.
And some linger…as if touching two
Points of stillness and raining
Motion in between.

We are at once both sudden and
Lingering…a flash of desire
Held long against the
Flesh.

We are storms...raining holy for
Each other.

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There's a beautiful intimacy between the earth and sky in subtle moments just before a storm - everything grows so still in anticipation of a opening that showers violence against the ground and yet gives life as well. It's a Shiva's dance that lays waste to the arid waiting of all that longs for renewal. A storm is what we all wait for - our own road to Damascus - struck down and then to rise blind to the past and renewed by heavens rain. Take your chance in any storm.