When the mountains begin to cry the tears of their melted snow do they know they are vulnerable in the revealing of their majesty?
When the earth prepares for a great rumbling quake as it shifts to assume a more comfortable position in aging does she know that some will die in its wake?
When the storms of nature prepare to blow in with a cleansing rain and the thunders roar do they know the birds hear of their visit before the torment begins?
When the desert opens itself to the bloom of its beautiful flowers and the color of barren-ness changes to brilliance does it know that human eyes gaze with awe at the beauty?
When the valleys flood with the mystery of sun and rain in the spring and all that grow there appears overnight do they know that there is no image greater than the vision of them?
When I dream of your journey and know the doorways of passage for you do you see my shadow walking in loving you?
I hear the roar of the thunder feel the winds of change death in the shifting the kiss of fresh rains in new growth and emerge from barren space to the beauty in you in passage.
for all who walk the pathways of discovery SBEC, 2000
Created in the Joy of Sharing November 1999 Redesigned August 2001 Design by Sbec Thank you for visiting Enjoy...and come again.
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