crying as rain falls from my brow in a thunderstorm of joyousness
staying in stillness as quiet invades the spaciousness of a busy mind
gloriously awaiting nothing noticing what appears as the movement of air and the sound of a gentle breeze
in my hearts longing is this blessedness what could fill it greater I know not
as the mind ponders this being is settled as rain puddles mirror the sky
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