Book of Days
This morning rain’s falling on mute garden
As if it meditates during this heavens gift
Imbibing Life Water in such a deep respect
Stanching its great thirst after long fire days
A yellow spider has woven carefully
Its subtil mandala, where diamonds fall
Sacred ephemeral, to capture just in time
As pure sand drawings from so far Tibetans
This morning rain’s falling and I feel such a peace
As if I vibrate in moisten red leaves
Waiting was so long, to watch dying summer
And so great my joy for this new born autumn
The air smells humid ground, and all colors,
Of hosts around are freshly revived
By nuanced greens and hot hearted browns
Same souls, new lives, so that please to god
This morning rain’s falling and I close my eyes
Nothing will be the same, nor tomorrow, or ever
This moment is mine, and joins, silently
The great book of days, I open in secret
Book of Days – ENY