Ritual
The rush of night rain
Purifies the dark, before
Dawns golden blessing
Flooding the heavens, a torrential downpour spilled from the sky, leaving the earthly world awash in star steeped celestial waters. There was an intrinsic tranquility to the steady cleansing, a place of peace similar to submersion beneath a waterfalls unrelenting roar: there are no thoughts, no self, only existence. When at last the rain had tapered off and clouds whisked from the pale horizon, a new forest was prepared to meet the morning light.
Purifies the dark, before
Dawns golden blessing
Flooding the heavens, a torrential downpour spilled from the sky, leaving the earthly world awash in star steeped celestial waters. There was an intrinsic tranquility to the steady cleansing, a place of peace similar to submersion beneath a waterfalls unrelenting roar: there are no thoughts, no self, only existence. When at last the rain had tapered off and clouds whisked from the pale horizon, a new forest was prepared to meet the morning light.