The rain comes... to bad it wont be enough

If I position myself just right and move my neck just enough, I can see to the outside world. The sky is overcast and the clouds are dark and heavy with rain. There is s storm brewing in those clouds. I can watch the energy in those ghostly forms in the sky. Someplace rain will fall and wash the dirty earth clean, or at least cleaner. California is a dirty place. There is grime on its surface, in its air and water. The people who live here feel it though they try to deny it with their fancy cars, clothes and homes. But as much as they try to hide the dirt, it’s here. If you look hard enough, you can even see it in most of those who live here. This storm that is coming wont wash enough of it away. It would take many months of rain to make California the way it once was... and should be.

The grime is in me as well. Sometimes I wonder if it is in my heart... or if I just think its there. I have been letting myself get so wrapped up in things that don’t even matter. These things are things that really have no basis on our world today. These things will never make me a better person than I already am. They will never help me advance my mind as it should be. They will never become more spiritual grounded. They are just intangible moments that come and go and are generally forgotten. In these things I have found a hiding place from a world that I don’t want to live in ... but I find that I must. I want to grab the white raven and fly away from here... far away from here. But the cost is too great and we have to place to roost where we want to venture.

So... here... we are confined to this dirty earth. We both look up and wait for clean water wash over our faces, washing away some of the filth.

The storm will come… and it will go, leaving behind only a slightly less gray world.