was aus mir kommt

Rainmaking

nearness release your hands when souls are touched

sink into the eyes’ clear deep skin on skin a million times felt light beyond brightness hear the breath consciously now and here dream reality thought without content listen to tender music in the perfect silence whisper foreign words in an unknown language fall into the colour that has no name see the endlessness of the moment taste nothing else than you

and when you're awaking the clouds are gone and the desert blossoms