Plump, drops of rain drum on my window.
Gentle taps of drops from heaven call me into its arms, beckoning me into the unknown.
The wind carries a message from the moon.
Evening is gone, the earth is still, and the door to a new realm begins to open.
Silent and still; time becomes darkness.
Sweet rain calls my dreams—luring me into limbo.
I step into the sacred space, between life and death.
A place of uncertainty filled with possibility.
I await my destination; the warm blanket of sleep draws me close holding me tight.
The smell of wet dirt and leaves—draws me near.
My eyes shut, and I am gone.
My third eye awakens and dreams call me gently.
The window pane crackles, the thunder rumbles, and I lay here sleeping.
The rain sings, I hear it softly, sweetly, and with un-perished hopes,
I am soaked in imagination.
Vivid images possess my emotions.
Stirring my mind and intoxicating my soul.
Am I asleep, or awake?
I cannot tell.
What is dreaming?
Can a mortal know?
I long to know the unknown,
But only the keeper can know the great mystery.
Written by Song Bird Grand Mother 2008
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