Thank you for sharing this. Blessed Rain. This poem expresses something I came to understand more of just yesterday, how I am digging out continued deep rooted fears which are ultimately distrust of the physical world. Understanding more personally, the control we habitually live in to deny our fear of death, which is life’s natural cycle. The tension, the resistance, anxiety, the conflict within the body and everything else around it as we strive to maintain a sense of control. (Sprawled out on ground with my hands opens singing blessed rain! I let go!)
Thank you for sharing this. Blessed Rain. This poem expresses something I came to understand more of just yesterday, how I am digging out continued deep rooted fears which are ultimately distrust of the physical world. Understanding more personally, the control we habitually live in to deny our fear of death, which is life’s natural cycle. The tension, the resistance, anxiety, the conflict within the body and everything else around it as we strive to maintain a sense of control. (Sprawled out on ground with my hands opens singing blessed rain! I let go!)