The Dance of The Cricket and The Song of The Frog while Sitting in The Rain remains
Intact, bringing good magic, good luck and true singing. Even the breeze surrenders to the Little People
Whose songs, in the swish of a Cougar’s tail when she passes nearby,
Causes the droplets and the jewels of The Mother of Pearl in Her Rainment to
Sit perfectly still on the back of a frog, now calling me: “Jump up onto my back, human. Jump for joy with me.
I was ecstatic! On my window pane I sit, waiting for them to sign their name on me.
Waiting for me to dance.
"Evoke The Brotherhood of Wolf, Cougar, Eagle, Loon and Frog, ALL Creator’s children in you," said The Rain.
"You were born into destiny like a child without a womb to return to
Into The Future you shall ride wearing no plans to re-weave your remains or leave them in a Tomb."
"I was torn apart by the indifference of my people, I replied.
"The Dawn of Change woke me up, yet they slept in someone else's arms
As though nothing had happened."
Never before had I felt The Ringing of so many Alarms that morning.
Change never sleeps while others so afraid of it coming to rest, continue to dream it away,
Never before has The Dreamer been asked to sweep such sorrow and pain overboard.
Will they ever wake up to never-ending revelations of their warring madness?
Will my supplications ever make a difference?
Will my silent prayers suffice?
What if, upon addressing Universal Grace with insistence
Her will WILL be done, that the prayers actually work, that
HER WILL (Mother Earth) IS BEING DONE
Over and over again?
"Yes, it is that way," The Rain replied.
"Only you seem to be unaware just how much of The Answer we gave your people
Can still be heard."
All this time I worried so much about those who were sleeping through it all.
"Some are meant to sleep, some are meant to weep," Little Frog croaked,
"And others are meant to leap, to jump for joy."
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. .
We have to make the sweeping changes happen to ourselves
And to the friends we have always known BEFORE the rain stops!