I see rainbows inside myself. I realize I am filled with sky, just like you. The heart light that shines on these tears, is where the rainbows are born. I have a lot. Of rainbows inside grown from tears. The tears we surrender to in love, the bright sunlit heart. God is the sun, behind the moon shining. The heart is the moon, not alone. She melts into the sun, this is hope.
The inspiration of a million lights, circulating the seven colors of the all that is. Letters and numbers. Points on the grid. The human body made of tears. We don’t know? Made of tears. Made from tears. Yes we are, haven’t you heard the great song in your head. “I won’t forget you. I won’t forget you.” But yes you did and you’re already here. Trying again, a new angle. Climbing to higher, dryer ground. It won’t work. The truth is in tears. Real human light comes from that. The sun shines into her, the moon and we know. And the rain of our heart starts to fall into the sky of our being and we let go. We let go. I let go, into the limitless sorrow of my loneliness and I let go into the fear of being nothing at all. And this storm is loud inside and dark inside. As the rain keeps falling, I control nothing.
The rain is the prayer that grows the rainbows of this. This promise that all will be resurrected in his light, her love. Both of us. Shining. When the sun moves she follows and nobody needs to know I’m here. My love is spiraling every color, every pain moved into joy. Every dark cloud, alive. Bright in me. The heart is the abode of the rainbows. They live there and they mean something big. The human body, human aura, human heart and mind space are nothing but the sounds of space that we give to the rain. Open sky.
Melting darkness into radiant being-ness. I don’t know anything. I follow the grace of my tears. We have only one way. The way of genuine touch. We touch ourselves inside by feeling where she, the moon. We call her Sita. Might be hiding. Afraid, alone. Abducted by fear. We find her. We cleanse her. We save our souls with the light of the sun. How we get there, deep within. Breathing into the space of her loneliness, touching her softly and listening closely to the sound of her beating heart calling to him. Ram, Ram. I am Hanuman. Because I need to be. I am the rainbow body that comes from the rapture of her return.
To him, him inside her. The union I surrender to, give my life to, the battle of angles and noises. I hear her. I listen for her tears, crying his name inside. Ram Ram. I hear her. For her I go into the dark place, sobbing. For her I can lift this dark world. For her I can bring the spring time and the dawn. For her Ram can aim and shoot to kill darkness. For Ram I can bring my soul to the light. I can be the breath of white flame. I can follow her rainbow.
What the world can see is the freedom of true love. My prayer is Ram. Not a religion. A meaning deeper than sound rules. A meaning deeper than God thoughts. A feeling as bright as the sun. This feeling of the rainbow once it appears, inside after the song. The love song of life. Do this for me. Find her. Find her in the radiance of her tears, yearning for his return. I must save my soul. She is Sita. I am Hanuman. Ram is the light that creates the rainbow because he killed anything and everything in the way of what I bring him. I brought him clues of darkness and evidence of pain. I brought him anything that concealed her. Anyone that brought her pain. I brought him the wind to move the black cloud. I brought him vision and he saw. Where to aim the arrow that ended the night.
Rising sun. My moon flower. Only the lonely can hear me cry out to you. Only those blinded by love know the rainbow of his caress over her golden face. I will be here when you need me, I will bring you the light as God brings the sorrow to know. Know deeply the hidden sound of the heart. Tears are rain. Rain brings flowers. Light brings love. The flower opens herself to him. Because of me, another rainbow is born.