About the Rains

All about the rains

Raw slate of a cloudless sky

Alike have the rawness of nature

Motion beyond motions

So large a scape

Detailed and fast

Beyond counting, or true comprehension

Is the body striving to be aware of itself

The gestalt of memory

Of true lives buried and writhing beneath

The true action

Thumos seated within a man

Or the anima of a muse’s radiance

To be radiance

One within an ununderstood design

Retreat into the waves

Lower the vibration of sound

Sometimes we merely act

Or our greatness is instant action

But the high seat of the soul

The chariot of drives

Is a meeting of the Tao, the Extract

For within and the vast without, a measure

Of our deep seated Self can be found.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.