Meditation for the Morning Rain
When I remember to breathe, I come back to myself, To the one who is deep inside, Who is lucky to be alive.
The one full of gratitude, Eager to smile, To eat delicious food, To move with fluidity.
The one free of judgment, Free of desires that make things complex, The one who loves simply The sound of raindrops.
Birds chatter, waking up the sky, Parrots flying two-by-two, Calling to each other With a great ruckus of noise.
As the rain slowly falls, The earth still dark enough to drink it, The sun hidden well below the hills, The one who doesn’t think begins to rise.
The thoughts I entertain Take their place in the wings, Giving their space to the one Who is full of patience.
The one who never needs To say anything at all.