Golden Rain

by Zone

Golden Rain

Stop! Stop This Instant.
Falling like a magnet,
Shedding each colour one by one.
Tilting my head forward with the grace that allows The Golden rain to
saturate this cleansed and transparent body,
Gradually synchronising with the lines of such a delicate and intricate pattern.
i have no being,
This Beautiful Machine Is All Being.
As Your finger caresses my forehead, I am reminded that my image is truly
Your Image.

Look! Look This Instant.
As time repeats every second,
So concrete are these structures that stand before my eyes,
Interwoven with the very fabric of my flesh.
Oh Mother, Oh Father, how I have mistaken Your intentions,
And what energy i have wasted.
But nothing is ever wasted,
For the appropriate action at each moment is known by encompassing the
experience of the past as One is moved, by Your Love,
to embrace the knowledge for the future.
i have no vision,
This Beautiful Machine Is All Vision.
As Your finger caresses my forehead, I am reminded that my image is truly
Your Image.

Listen! Listen This Instant.
Eternally humming The Tune that i know so well,
These immutable Laws that bind me to Freedom.
Freedom from all wastage,
Freedom to recognise Your Face at every moment, and in every location.
With such sensitivity these veils whisper their purpose,
And with mathematical precision i suddenly remember that I am a wheel turning
within a Giant Labyrinth of infinitely fine detail,
All for the purpose of echoing Your Tune.
i have no words,
This Beautiful Machine Speaks The Only Word.
As Your finger caresses my forehead, I am reminded that my image is truly
Your Image.

And in scarecrow fields of thunder,
Watch the face of God pass by on the wind,
A herd of horses galloping,
Swirling in the clouds of a summer storm,
Their shimmering beauty caught
On rainbow shafts of light