“Lie on the bridge and watch the water flowing past. Or run, or wade through the swamp in your red boots. Or roll yourself up and listen to the rain falling on the roof. It’s very easy to enjoy yourself.”
THE WONDERS OF A RAINY MORNING
Doves cooing in the pine tree.
Sounds of drip . drip . dripping water
Puddles in the cracks of stones.
Car tires slushing on the road.
Sparkling drops caught in evergreen branches,
Low lying clouds hug the hillsides.
The sounds of a coffee grinder from the kitchen.
A plane passing overhead is lost in a sea of white.
Dew drops glistening on the poppies, their petals drooping.
Dragging myself out of bed to meditate in the cold room.
