Naked Soul

The first drop is always the most courageous.

Leaping from the hands of God, a place of perfection,

Falling faster and faster, with the speed of no direction.

Lack of malice, holding no contention,

sweetly,

softly,

landing peacefully kissing my forehead, caressing away my tension.

More courageous drops begin to follow,

This brings on a dewy dimension.

Cleansing all of my worries, dissolving my misconceptions,

Beneath my feet,

something has caught my attention.

It is me!

My naked soul’s reflection.

 

 

 

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