The soul of all existence
carried on the sound
of thick spring rain
kissing
the forest leaves
comes through
the small opening
of my window
The candle
silently echoing
the luminescence that becomes
what
I am
each moment
For a brief eternity
there is nothing
but wonder and gratitude
tasting the delicacies
of unknowingness
taking the shape of a body
where
I used to be
Eventually
the incense stick
is silently snuffed out
by the packed ash
that held it so gently
for a time
A Modern Monk 
Thank you. A beautiful poem after my morning sit.
LikeLiked by 1 person
…………………………….Yes
LikeLiked by 2 people
Beautiful
LikeLiked by 1 person
Indeed!
LikeLiked by 1 person
When there is a rainstorm, I come out of my house and sit on my porch to watch the torrents of water, flashes of lightning; to feel the wind and ebb and flow of air. Sometimes a burst of wind brings spatters of rain to my safe corner. But I know that I am safe from the rainstorm’s extremes. I have shelter. I am safe. The rain to me is a beautiful reflection of the joys of this world. I wish for all sentient beings that same joy of perception. Namaste.
LikeLiked by 1 person