I am Eastern as I'm painted with Asian bronze,
I am Western, as I sing the chorus of my beloved English,
I am a Soul with God’s Love as my compass,
I am a Being emanated from Our Kingdom with tangible Blood and Tears,
I am a Tree from the rain forests with senses hydrated by the raw rain,
I am an Eagle from the desert as the Sun warms on my face,
I am Me,
I am You.
After I wrote down the above poem in glee, gazing and feeling the wet trees outside my window, I couldn’t resist trotted down the stairs in my green leafy dress; To sing and whirl with this poetic Friday Rain bare feet on the island mud. The variation of pebbles awoke my feet receptors in a cascade within my whole inside out, mesmerized me beyond time and space. I only felt Spirit as the parrots celebrated across the horizon. The palm trees were swaying to and fro in phase with me, or was it simply my matrix following the mischievous Zephyr's rhythm? The feeling of the whimsical rain drops in every dimension, O’ So wonderfully inexplicable! My feet tingled with a bitter-sweet awakening sensation of Life as my senses rejuvenated their innate youth. I had subconsciously allowed every atom swimming within my cells, to connect with the green rain-scented leaves as the air, a portal blessed from God, caressed my skin and breathed in Light from Home.