Rain swept winds dampen the air,
Like a mystical prayer.
Primal memory slowly stirs within,
...the immersion begins.
Carried along the watery flow,
Images rise from below.
Forgotten forms take shape anew,
You now confront your taboos.
Shadow and light to rejoin as One,
Your sense of duality undone.
by April Bender
Mood audio: Peter Gundry - Lady of the Dawn