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Fire and Rain
Walking the ridge, late tonight
Weaving through rain covered chaparral
My light seeking the trail...
Rain after fire, the world filled with distant ash
I feel the presence of the phoenix
My light sees the universe in the drop on the branch
The bead hovers from the stem over the land
The center radiant like the pupil of an eye
It is all there, the end, the beginning, the future
Deeply inside the whole world….
My dog scents the fox within the rain
Feeling more passionate than ever
He is gone and I travel with him
Knowing he feels the true life of the earth.
C. Doyle Hollister MFT
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