Star Seeding

How many nights awake as thoughts tumble so fast from the heavens that sense just needs to be made? Grab the pad always nearby, for when the rains come and pour your heart out with them. It’s understated to say inspired, conversations with clouds, allowed and understood. Good. When that thunder rolls you know that flash is going to illuminate a lot. All you’ve got is a few minutes to get that down, a word a code a sign. To remind your mind again. It’s like that for all of us, but we, we who have learned to pay attention, not to mention that we like it, we listen. That’s all it is. Nothing mystic or fatalistic in it. We like to dance naked in the rain. And let that rain wash right through us. We’re not afraid of lightning, we know it comes from the Earth. And we’re rooted there. Deep. So keep your judgments to yourself about what’s right. There ain’t no St. Peter checking for baptismal certificates at the Pearly Gate. And Fate can be re-written any time by intent. Well meant wishes sent to you do good and keep you strong. So that rain of inspiration won’t burn you up, keep you watered long After you’ve apologized. So we let it through in verse, in muse, in story disguised As truth. Star seedings through us all Watching as seeds fall And sprout in the rain on Earth.