For two days the sky burst open,
And standing in an open field asunder, each moment a dewdrop, passing into the ocean clouds, resting on the appearances below. For two days I slept, reaching into the consciousness of each rainfall. It lasted a moment, then another. Until the echo of each opened a world inside. And yet, is this possible? Within each rain, the promise of a new day?Infinite in possibility. Giving life? In all its wonder? Reaching into a night sky, and then, the brightening day. And in my heart, I drink deeply. Rainfall. And it seems like it would never end. If we hold this in our memory. can we see? That in every step, every moment, an ocean of possibility. And in each drop of water from the sky. a dream.