Cleansing Storms Chasing me Home
Salve that Soothes my Soul
A letter arrives, inviting us to a great ball
with nothing to wear, do we dare to arrive
in the au naturel?
Frantically scouring the closets in our minds,
searching for the perfect outfit —
expressive look and trending wear.
The first drop presents a feeling
dodging the obvious
avoiding the soaking thoughts.
Recalling the peace
with tin-taping kissing
of a passing storm.
Pause
Every drop knowing names
calling out the suffered souls
a hidden message within my own.
Tranquil moment
Peaceful returns
Thus cleansed my soul
~ Ani Po
Imagine the lyrics of a song, not a reflection of two but one. A self-reflecting tune calling to the soul…
Recognizing our strengths, like the way we sail our ship. Yes, this one is on loop pedal.
