Rainy Day Dharma

By Stephen Lindsay

I stepped into the rain
and sudden melancholy
took hold of me.
The bland sky
shroud the world in gray.
I walked
trying not to let the
gray rain saturate
to my core,
trying to occupy my mind
with a song.
Only my lips were distracted.
With a defeated sigh
I opened the gates and
allowed the rain to drench
the dried up vineyards of my mind.
All at once the sweetest
of thoughts, rich wine,
flowed across my tongue.
Each drop awareness..
Each taste enlightenment..
Rain is movement.
Rain is dance.
Rain is poetry.
Rain is song.
Rain is wine.
Rain is life.
Each of us born of rain.
More closely related than to
Earth, Sun,
Apes, or God.
So I embraced the
flow of life
and realized
I WAS WALKING ON WATER.
We can all walk on water.
We can all hear the
sweet breath of the storm.
And then I felt like
a reluctant messiah,
the WORD of the rain
dripping from my tongue.
Not noticing the
dry gaze
of people driving by
as I splashed through puddles.
Or the thirsty eyes
of children who
have not yet forgotten
the rain song,
but are kept safe and warm
in front of the TV.
My nostrils flare open
for the sensation of clean air.
(Rain can clean everything ya know)
So I inhaled deep and wet,
and felt Nirvana
dancing next to me.

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All poetry is written by Stephen Lindsay.

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