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I sit quietly, each time

the rain starts falling, I close my eyes

and feel the rush of the wind

and the sprinkle of dew

like a soft mist

waiting for answers

from our Mother, herself

her wisdom starts sinking

deep into me

do you ever sit and wait?

just to see what happens

when answers come to you

instead of always chasing after them?

because nothing ever comes

until I close my eyes

and the rain starts falling

each time, only when

I sit quietly,

waiting