rain is zen
you can practise it
in so many ways
the sound of water
filling us up with
divine echoes
drizzle, pitter patter
small rain, heavy rain
storm or a teary
plodding non stop
the heaven send the
graces to earth
in roaring thunder
lighted up in everyway
the best is the tail end
every dropp leaving the eave
a glittering zen
that helps the mind holds
onto a blessed
moment in time
every dropp that takes
leave of the eave
a glittering zen
helping the mind
find a moment in time
rewritten;
rain is zen
you can practise it
in so many ways
in the middle of it all
the sound of water striking
a divine echo in us
drizzle, pitter patter
small rain, heavy rain
stormy or a teary
plodding non stop
the heaven sends
graces to earth
in so many different ways
in rip roaring thunder
splitting flashing lightning
a tearing sheet lighted up
every step of the way
the best is the tail end
when every drop
that leaves the eave
a glittering zen for
the brain to hold onto
every dropp that takes
leave a glittering zen
helping the mind
find a moment in time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem