Trascending nature's paradoxes
She is our friend. She is our foe. The life she grants us with one hand she snatches away with the other. She sustains us. She annihilates us.
We wrestle all our lives with nature's paradoxes. At rare moments of clarity, we transcend categories of good and evil, of life and death.
If we are lucky, we intuit the essence of everything as stillness, blameless and perfect. Otherwise the mind is trapped in a loop from which it cannot set itself free.
If we are lucky, our awareness expands beyond the limiting confines of particularities and we are then able to acknowledge Paul Verlaine's description of rain as gloom:
Like city's rain, my heart
Rains teardrops too. What now,
This languorous ache, this smart
That pierces, wounds my heart?
And we are also able to discover Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's uplifting rain:
How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!
If we are lucky, we know we are the rain of blessings that falls on all as us. We seal our wishes in the words of the ancient Hawaians: "May the blessings of rain fall". And they are done.
