Sunday, December 13, 2009
Here on Earth, the rain is falling. The rain is tapping on the pane, falling on the muddy hillside, streaking the trunks of the eucalyptus trees. The rain is falling and the yellow flowers glisten. The birds huddle deeper into the oak. The rain is falling, too, on the last lonely resting place of the old black and white cat. It lightly silvers the stone Buddha, rooted to his stump, watching through wettened eyes. My memories slowly gather as I hear the rain falling finely through the universe and finely falling upon all the living and all the dead.
Posted by Tai at 2:52 PM