When it rained....
It is raining cats and dogs, frogs and fishes
I see the water outside
Falling on me drenching thoroughly
But somewhere within
The person who watches the rain
Is not wet
Is not touched by the water
The water falls on him-her - no It
And that's the being in its totality
Consciousness that is untouched.
- Swahilya.
7 comments:
Untouched untainted, mute witness to all--Aham
Hey, the new look is awesome...so pristine and colourful. Full marks to your designer!
Hi Swahilya,
Coming after a long time your blog looks fresh and blooming like an agricultural field after receiving the first rainfall.Just loved the sight of it. Your pic too is most suited.
But as you had said in this post, the theme or the consciousness of this remains untouched and the same at its ever serene and best of divinity.
Swahilya, the Moksha Junkyard is a fabulous piece of work. I am most indebted to you for that. Its indeed a place where one can shred all the junk in their mind and fill it with pure spiritual bliss. I have come a bit late but there is so much to gain.
beautiful poem!!
the consciousness of the rain and yourSelf become one, there is none to watch it too...
it rains and its wet too..
Wow Akhila! Beautiful words & a beautiful description
Rashmi
@Kichennette Soul: Thank you.
@Vani: I've conveyed your congratulations to the person.
@Hari: Thank you. Your return is refreshing! And Moksha Junkyard is on my links. I am not writing that blog. Your comment goes to the writer of the blog!
@Anonymous and Rashmi: Welcome!
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