I love the rain, the peacefulness it brings to my soul; the reminder that I am not in control.
With the sound of each raindrop the “me” that sees can be one with the mystery…the music of the raindrops plays for the soul, a reminder of eternal peace.
What is this soul I speak of? …and who is this “I” that speaks?
An answer floats to the surface… my soul? no not an answer yet more of a feeling of detachment comes into awareness.
Can I control this that I feel? The awareness is witnessing the me that feels and nothing is in my control… everything just is.
The raindrops dance, I exist, the wind blows and the mind knows that it needs a rest, it begins to find calm in the raindrops; knowing that it did not cause the raindrops nor the winds to blow.
In this silent realization that there is something greater allowing the soul to experience itself.
The mind begins to understand that every day this play is going on, every character is playing their role perfectly even when I ‘think’ I am not going to play today… I actually have chosen to play the role of not playing.
So let it rain for all is well and I bathe in natural joy in the perfect Truth of this moment.
