Lie still.

Lie still.

Feel the itch of long green grass on your skin-

the chill of the soft breeze from the mountains.

As the sun falls behind them, the light dims,

The sky blazes above the world of men.

Listen as the music washes over you-

Soft, sustained, long notes with smooth edges.

Caressing your body, it sinks into

Your consciousness, leaving you messages

Just beyond the edge of your understanding.

Listen to the notes as they eb and flow,

Feel the rain drops as they begin landing,

Cool on your skin, washing away your woe.

Alone with the mother that gave rise to all,

Let the pain go. Hear nature’s loving call.

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