Rain has its own melody...
As it tip-toes upon the ground.
Such sweet fragrances...
Drifting through the air.
Penetrating every corner of our conscious minds.
Traveling our own paths into the Invisible Player.
Finding balance and harmony with the light within.
Mirrors are not a true reflection of oneself.
Just the outside shell...
Inheriting certain behaviors from our ancestors.
Others are picked up...
On our journey through out life.
Polishing out...
Sometimes takes a life time to achieve.
Knowing one's true spirit self...
Is heaven indeed....
