This is called. More Rain.
I sit on this metal bunk facing a three inch by two and a half foot long window, watching beads of rain well up and criss-cross on the window pane, looking like clear dreadlocks.
I sit watching a dark sky swell up like dark bread. Birds’ shadows blink by now and then. Rain is better looked at in darkness or by candle fire. I can only see the little bits of rain and sky. There’s the backside of another cell block.
I’ll be lying if I did not say I wish there was more window so I could see more sky, so I could see more clouds, so that I could see more sweet darkness, so I could see.
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This is called Sweet Mother Earth, I think it was dedicated to Diane Patterson.
Sweet Mother Earth, mystery of the wind and the rain.
Mystery of the wildflower in pain.
Mystery of your majesty, Sweet Mother Earth. When you shake, quake, rattle and wave, you remind us to be humble, loving and brave.
Keeping us in awe, reminding us to pause and reflect on our cause.
Reminding us to respect the mystery, the mystery of fire and water, the mystery of the heart and love, the mystery of Your Majesty, Sweet Mother Earth.
I feel your music, your grace, your power, your light, your hope for the human race.
We all sing your songs like the wind and rain, like the fire in the night. Close to the water, our dreams swell, our love a bottomless well.
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Yeah, this would be the last one right here, called Moment to Moment.
We cannot capture time. It’s not contained in the hourglass nor palms of someone’s hand.
We cannot capture a sweet rainy day, nor a glorious sunset. You can be that sunset in the sweet sprinkles of a rainy day. Moment to moment is all we have.
When will we start forgiving ourselves and others and live and love ourselves and others? Moment to moment is all we have.
When will we stop blaming ourselves and others and just be ourselves and let others in this moment, every moment. Enjoy each moment.
Take this moment to forgive yourself, your friend, your enemy, your mom, dad, sister, brother, partner and your lover. Take this moment to share a smile with people you don’t know. From moment to moment, this moment is all we have.
Okay Prison Radio, happy holidays to y’all.
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