The Rain Is Falling Inside Of Me

The rain is falling inside of me;

Its freshness touches my heart.

The wind is blowing inside of me;

Its bite enlivens my thoughts.

The trees are swaying inside of me;

Their leaves are stroking my body.

The face I see opposite is inside of me;

Its smile is reminding me of me.

Everything, it appears, is me,

But when I try to find me,

There is no thing I can see.

Yet I am definitely here,

Observing this body and the world move around in me,

Touching with love everything that appears in me,

From the love that I recognise is me,

But what is this silent, peaceful me I cannot see?

How beautiful can its existence be,

That this body and world appear in me?

What a beautiful, eternal mystery,

Is this silent eternal peaceful me.

Love,

Freyja