The rain soaks the parched earth

We stand in the wetness of it all

Our eyes turned towards the heavens

Is it joy that is falling

Or a kind of grief

Stop dividing everything up

For everything is inside everything else

There is awe and mystery everywhere

When the heart opens.

Image by Marco Massimo from Pixabay


Set an extra place at the table
For the lover, the fool and the mystic
But don’t expect them to be polite

The lover will reveal their torn open heart
The fool will speak words no one else dare utter
And the mystic will weave mysterious tapestries
From the tablecloth

It will be a night to remember
You may never recover your senses.

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