Like A Drop Of Rain

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Picture: Reflections In The Rain by Urbis Manchester

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Like a drop of rain on my lips,

Cold fingertips

Touch the wind, as solid as sand,

Pouring through my hand.

Knowing the unknown

Through unspoken words,

Through unthought ideas,

Impossible to translate.

Give a smile today,

Just because you can.

You’re rich,

You own immeasurable wealth.

Your energy, your love:

The Life flowing through you.

Follow your passion,

Free from the chains of expectation.

You’re rich in freedom,

In the eternal present moment.

 

Herons

Coming Down With The Rain

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Picture by Amanda Hunter

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All memories dissolve in the beautiful now.

Likewise,

Thoughts of grief and regret

Are carried away by the wind;

I become the wind,

The rustling leaves of the maples,

The buzzing jumps of the beetles,

The swift movement of the sparrows.

You’re not with me,

But my love remains.

Love beyond the limitations

Of these bodies.

The same love flowing through maples, beetles, and sparrows,

Coming down with the rain

Drizzling on your moon face.

 

Herons

The Flower (花)

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Picture by Pam McKenzie

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Love is like a flower.

You can pluck it and macerate it,

Make a perfume

That will provide you with an illusory sense

Of permanence of its scent;

But that is not a flower anymore,

It has become something else: it’s dead,

Like a memory.

Or,

You can contemplate it, caress it, smell it,

Be aware of it with all your being,

Go and visit it every single day;

The flower will still be a flower,

Vital, thriving, alive,

And so you will be.

Huā.

 

Herons