And there it is...
tried but
couldn't
out run it
...never can.
Been feeling it for days
knew it would arrive
this fluid pain...
that which was 'last year'
stunningly altered,
changed.
And although the lessons?
in dancing in joy
and humor
and in being and breathing,
so abundant,
moments my feet knew
only clouds
and play and starlight
it is not...
without its opposite.
The rain.
In my most difficult chapter
from 'The Heart of a Wild Woman'...
written and rewritten,
Princess Piper tries
to tell the woman
her heart is a book,
a story to tell.
Edited so many times
I thought it would
never come to me...
and yesterday it did!
With the story in hand,
Princess Piper said, goodbye
“wait, its not finished,”
the woman said with a cry
“it never really is,” Piper said,
“the story continues on,
it’s a snapshot in time,
a prayer, a poem, a song!”
Their meeting was brief,
but she had come at the right time,
giving her an encounter
of divine... rhythm and rhyme.
People come in and out
like smoke
like air
a passing fragrance
a whisper
and I understand
now
that we don't lose them
we learn to let them go,
and that distant hum
is a gift
...of hallelujah.
Pam Piper Rain
Illustration and excerpt from
Heart of a Wild Woman
