In the soft darkness of night the rain comes
gently slipping from sky to earth
making sound as it approaches me
soothing me this late as I await
another breaking dawn
as others sleep
I cannot
way too much for me to leave
my mind simply seeks
conversations
with the rain
I quiet my breath
and turn down low the lights
blow out the candles used for prayer
and I ease myself into my bed
to listen as the rain sings softly
lullabyes to me
coaxing me to slumber
with the other diurnal beasts
I close my eyes
and hold onto its sound
and begin to breath in cadence
with its dance
soon I am one with not just the rain
but of the darkness
the earth
the wind
and my soul passes from Here to There
where we all Begin
In my sleep I hear the rain
it laughs so soft
as it hears my gentle breathing
I feel like a child in its mother's arms
craddled and rocked
rhythm and warmth
connections
between heaven and earth
good night rain
good night softness
good night all
good night All
__________________
Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
|