The gentleness of a rain-blessed morning fills me with warmth
My mind rises first with an outburst of foggy thought
Next follows the body with a desire to stretch out all limbs in every which direction
Stretch, breathe and release.
The softness of a morning is felt by everything it touches
The bed's blankets have cocooned me in a space of contentment and bliss
Hand delivered by the gods of the dreams
Rolling over I open the blinds that were created to blind the eyes from the light
Permission is now given to let the light seep in
Ray by ray it reaches my half-closed eyes
Take a look outside
Streams of water are racing to reach the floor
Place your bets on the droplets of victory
Drip drip drip
The sound of recovery and rejuvination on this rainy restful morning
I roll back over to cocoon myself once again
A true refuge indeed.
- viazenar
Hari Om Tat Sat, Hari Om Tat Sat