Drops of rain fall from a grey sky,
caressing each leaf of the tree next door.
Like memories that tumble ever so gently,
from the crown of the tree
to the lowest branch, that hangs so close to the ground.
In the absence of attributes and judgements,
I merely watch
the drops that fall
and the ones that are suspended
mid-air, mid-sky, mid-breath.
Sometimes, silence soothes more
than words designed to fill spaces
that increase as time passes.
The heart fills with gratitude
for the drops of rain,
for the water that flows in my veins.
For the absence, for the darkness.
Sometimes, the heart needs to empty
in order to overflow with
all the love and light in the world.
