Entry 32 Empty the heart

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.

Published by theyogicgarden

Writer, gardener, yogi

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