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The Dance






















The Dance

Every Garden is nourished regardless
Of the size of the raindrop that blesses it

The garden embraces the raindrop
The raindrop surrenders to the garden

The garden surrenders to the abundance
Of the raindrop and is made beautiful

In a loving embrace the Raindrop
Is transformed into the beautiful garden

The garden and the raindrop become
Inseparable in their love dance

The love that calls the dance
Of the raindrop and the garden

Is the same love that never stops
Inviting us to dance together

Even the powerful spring rainstorm
Begins with a single drop

Even the grand public gardens
Began with a single fragile tiny shoot

To become the power of the spring rainstorm
Is to know yourself as the single raindrop

To be as grand as the public garden
First know yourself to be the fragile tiny shoot

When you choose to be the garden embrace
Each single raindrop that surrenders to you

When you choose to be the raindrop surrender
To each garden that embraces you

As I surrender into your embrace
We are both blessed and nourished

As you surrender into my embrace
We are both made more beautiful

When I am the rain drop I willingly
Surrender into your loving embrace


When I am the garden I open fully and embrace
The blessed nourishment of your love

The love dance of the raindrop and the garden
Blesses the world with their power and beauty

Our love dance will transform the world
Will you be a garden or a raindrop today?

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The last 12 months have been the hardest of my life. The lightening quick ending of a 26 year marriage, partnership and friendship. The loss of my best friend of 30 years and the loss of other close friends. I am a poet and writer. Writing helps me move through both the joys and the fears and the pain with swifter and more useful degrees of grace and wisdom. Right now life is challenging, so the poetry reflects that. FYI Be in joy, in all ways! ~william