The Rain Is Falling Inside Of Me
The rain is falling inside of me;
Its freshness touches my heart.
The wind is blowing inside of me;
Its bite enlivens my thoughts.
The trees are swaying inside of me;
Their leaves are stroking my body.
The face I see opposite is inside of me;
Its smile is reminding me of me.
Everything, it appears, is me,
But when I try to find me,
There is no thing I can see.
Yet I am definitely here,
Observing this body and the world move around in me,
Touching with love everything that appears in me,
From the love that I recognise is me,
But what is this silent, peaceful me I cannot see?
How beautiful can its existence be,
That this body and world appear in me?
What a beautiful, eternal mystery,
Is this silent eternal peaceful me.
Love,
Freyja