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Mystic Rythm · 10-28-2004, 06:51 AM

Held by her beauty, those who fail to be poets have no right of calling themselves a living being at all. Rhythm like beat of heart, her every drop brings up some deep mysterious feeling from the very soul. Listening to her sitting in a dark corner of some forgotten place, tells you what a love it is. Like song sung out of your very self it takes to you, and this song has note of life and joy, a note care and purity. Wide open she drenches
everyone and seeps into deepest crevices or memories. Harmony of soothness begins to play in her voice, more she got fierce. And then blowing winds and rustling leaves are just her slaves this glorious conductor. Not even the mighty sun stands before her stunning beauty. Small and large, many a creatures come out of their hidings to celebrate her coming, to have bestowing of her showers. What is life? Life is dancing with her without care of this world and, that dancing for love of dancing. Feeling of freedom and
wilderness she gives, and she gives the feeling of our origin, our originality. For once, her sight turns one to oneself and turns one to nothing else but her lover. Every tiny pearl of her is wanderer of happiness and openness. If ever desire to feel, desire to listen and desire to touch was completely fulfilled, it was with her. The ‘within’ that awakes with her presence, is beyond the any explanation, for it is unconquerable and invincible awaking. Above all the art, above all the music, above all the science, and beyond any
philosophy, she forms. There are other presences of nature which may be even beyond her but then they are beyond world. Fragrance of sweet smelling young flowers, smell of drenched earth, freshly washed trees and world, whistle together tunes which can’t be put into words. Birds quiver up their innocent faces huddled under newly washed feathers and ask for more. Her look is romance of angels and it is romance of world filled otherwise with so much hate and complications. Her creation must have been fulfilled with pleasure in creator’s heart and her existence must have been allowed to make us remember what the power of softness of tenderness means. From very far away in time she had lived and very far away into time she will live, doing same thing: sharing her soul, trying to make souls out of our soullessness. Let her for once have you, let for once allow her your soul, your heart and your every sense. Listen and feel to her tale of never
ending sweetness and coolness. Many things and forms a person attains during a life span but then some things keep standing where they are, once and always. And those things never hurt you when you fall back to them after there is no space in this big humanity for you. Those things love you same at anytime. Just know how to feel their love and just know how to feel their joy. That is life. Yes, life is rain.

10-28-2004, 06:51 AM	#1
Mystic Rythm Banned Join Date: Oct 2004 Posts: 49	Rain Held by her beauty, those who fail to be poets have no right of calling themselves a living being at all. Rhythm like beat of heart, her every drop brings up some deep mysterious feeling from the very soul. Listening to her sitting in a dark corner of some forgotten place, tells you what a love it is. Like song sung out of your very self it takes to you, and this song has note of life and joy, a note care and purity. Wide open she drenches everyone and seeps into deepest crevices or memories. Harmony of soothness begins to play in her voice, more she got fierce. And then blowing winds and rustling leaves are just her slaves this glorious conductor. Not even the mighty sun stands before her stunning beauty. Small and large, many a creatures come out of their hidings to celebrate her coming, to have bestowing of her showers. What is life? Life is dancing with her without care of this world and, that dancing for love of dancing. Feeling of freedom and wilderness she gives, and she gives the feeling of our origin, our originality. For once, her sight turns one to oneself and turns one to nothing else but her lover. Every tiny pearl of her is wanderer of happiness and openness. If ever desire to feel, desire to listen and desire to touch was completely fulfilled, it was with her. The ‘within’ that awakes with her presence, is beyond the any explanation, for it is unconquerable and invincible awaking. Above all the art, above all the music, above all the science, and beyond any philosophy, she forms. There are other presences of nature which may be even beyond her but then they are beyond world. Fragrance of sweet smelling young flowers, smell of drenched earth, freshly washed trees and world, whistle together tunes which can’t be put into words. Birds quiver up their innocent faces huddled under newly washed feathers and ask for more. Her look is romance of angels and it is romance of world filled otherwise with so much hate and complications. Her creation must have been fulfilled with pleasure in creator’s heart and her existence must have been allowed to make us remember what the power of softness of tenderness means. From very far away in time she had lived and very far away into time she will live, doing same thing: sharing her soul, trying to make souls out of our soullessness. Let her for once have you, let for once allow her your soul, your heart and your every sense. Listen and feel to her tale of never ending sweetness and coolness. Many things and forms a person attains during a life span but then some things keep standing where they are, once and always. And those things never hurt you when you fall back to them after there is no space in this big humanity for you. Those things love you same at anytime. Just know how to feel their love and just know how to feel their joy. That is life. Yes, life is rain.