Subject: Re: raindrop
From: "Hunter Biden" <[email-masked]>
To: "Benjamin Phelan" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 21 Jul 2015 23:35:04 -0400

"And for every moment we think-
We breathe and the air
Is but a taste of God
What God
And the moment fades 
Who is God but you
Like the sun that fades 
And how is it that we do not see the rain 
As our tears and the rain as the sea
A torrent of all that is inside and about us
And then 
And the whole of it 
All in the whole of it

Always the whole of it 
Like a finger to a gods' lips Or what is that image that you know that knows you
That says yes this is all This is everything
This 
The whole of it

And I am Him and Her and She Me and My Brother and My love and all love and this it the whole of it in the sand and the air and the water and in the trees

And all of the trees and the sound of cicadas and the
Slip of my tongue against the lip of water 
And the wet 
And that is the whole of it all of it in that moment in that moment and in that whole of all of the whole of it."

RHB
202.333.1880

> On Jul 21, 2015, at 10:46 PM, Benjamin Phelan <[email-masked]> wrote:
> 
> 
> For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river -
> unbearable pain becomes its own cure.
> 
> Travel far enough into sorrow and tears become sighing;
> in this way we learn how water can die into air.
> 
> When, after heavy rain, the stormclouds disperse,
> is it not that they've wept themselves clear to the end?
> 
> It is the rose's unfolding that creates the desire to see;
> in every color and circumstance may the eyes be open
> for what comes. 
>                                                                          - Chali