The Music of raindrops is the only sound.
Between the drops Symphonies can be found.
Lover’s longings are placed on Venus mound.
The temporal and the Infinite are hidden within this Clay
Our desires and projections become actors in Life’s Grand Play
The flame of Love burns us clean.
Until we realize inside it is a Mystics Dream.
The Heart is rendered and open at last
The mold has been broken from our past.
Infinite Love through countless forms, until one day the clay turns to dust
but until this time we learn to trust.
Copyrights Raylene Abbott 2010
This blended elixir becomes the wine of and realizations One’s art is what we feed the nations.