Welcome
Rain
All night rain thrums,
rhythmic and soporific,
rain being rain.
If I might be rain
as rain, sky as sky, tree as tree
without needs, desires, attachments,
plans, judgments and reviews.
The mind, a waterfall
silenced and settled as rain.
I dance and roam
free
inside big self, outside space and time
no limits
as rain penetrates
the dry earth, nurtures and
returns us to the root,
the source of life itself,
thrumming wet.
