Echoed across planes of land and sea; the ascending bellows of golden gongs resonate within our fruitfully tinted ca-coon of plum and tangerine… Scents of new born dews creep into crevices and wash away the sands of lands between here and there; where horizons dusked and dawned sleep and wake…
Kept in the starry glares, deep within the iris of midnight's violet haze; lives ancient reams of mysterious maps... Embedded tracks of those who have tread before us - unveiled upon a calling and found within a dream…
Amidst a dancing breeze, brews a silent storm… The crinkle-crack whispers of unravelling parchment, ribbon-wrapped in ancient streams, reveal cycles and ciphers of ancient stories; most forgotten and some untold … Fairy dust and fallen leaves are whisked up into a crescendo of whirl-wind-tango’s amidst tree-tops and crisp mountain peaks...
Floating puffs; woven of multicoloured twine, weave between the sun’s rays and moon’s light… A culmination in anticipation of breaking dispenses across the seascape of changing tides... Rippling currents enchant spirit's fire with each rise and fall of its watery coils…
Hush-hush…
Rustling leaves scatter and crunch as creature's scurry homeward bound… Songs of birds are lulled into a gentle harmony of sweet-simmering silence...
Ocean’s destined streams, are stroked with the first twist of the air and with an invasion of wafting scents - as fresh as a dew drop’s fall upon blooming lips … a sunflower kiss – accompanied with a whispering hum as a blanket of water drops cloak the soils and seas … A blissful embrace, sodden deep into Her core …
A tight, hugging embrace, of spiralling billows, outline the faces of rocks dwelling place… The void between heaven’s seal and earth’s crust is filled with a raging rush of adoring drops… A cacophony of nature’s instruments elevates heart’s strings … Ascending into a breathless hush...
Flushing fallacies and sending surges of exhilaration in spirits delight of nurturing notions, written in the silver lining of dreams … A spectrum spawned in marinating anticipation, telling tidings of an awaited celebration …
A vision of new beginning with singing gasps of new breath… The stars hear a heart singing as strings are stroked gently to acquire perfect pitched melodies in new found remedy…
Revelling in spirit’s showers of synergy …
Come what may …
Come let us Be …
for Surah Rain Wolff
for Surah Rain Wolff
