Rain Speech
Each drop
speaks
as it splashes.
It's a foreign language
for the ghost in our hearts.
The mind cannot translate it,
flesh alone hears,
knows how to surrender,
to fall
through
that open sky
within the ground of being.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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