rain

A soft rain blew in today on a gentle breeze. It's freshness washing away the smell of burning fields and rubbish, replacing it with the scent of spring and things born anew. It lasted but only a short time but brought with it a renewal of life and spirit.

It came quietly as I walked the roof of house #2 contemplating the Heart Sutra which contains the essence of all Buddhism. The rain fell softly from grey clouds drifting slowly by, the fronds of the coconut palms danced in the courtyard on the easy breeze. In the distance the sound of monks debating in the hall. A reminder, all form, all empty, all interconnected, as one yet separate and individual at the same time... Form is emptiness emptiness is form...

Bilbo