I heard a voice through

the walls of night ask,

"What is your

contribution in this life…

today, tomorrow, always?"

So I went outinto the rain,meeting Spirit,in the middleof a field,embracing dropletsfrom the sky,allowing the

clarifying,

washing,

diluting ofideas, demands, and perception.

We met there in all of life,in the joyous drenches,releasing the pastand transporting me

back to childhood,to what was momentousin retrieving my innocence.

I heard once again,

“I will hold your hand

as you free all restraints

of ego and self-doubt.”

Then I realized…

we’ve met here beforein every moment of letting go,

accepting,

forgiving,

and loving.

And now, we engage in

the rain to erase

all adjectives,

prepositions,

and verbs

while only affirming

the pronoun-creation

of “I am.”