To write a guided meditation
About approaching silence
Then, in my morning meditation
With the above thought still with me
I listened to a soundtrack of distant thunder
Without too much delay, or decay
I began to think of the joy to be had
From being outside in a storm
With rain and thunder
And perhaps even a little lightning
Though mostly rain, rain and rolling thunder
I would be soaked to the skin
Rainwater would stream down my face
As bare feet squelched through the puddles
Walking without aim
Yet awash with observation
On and on my footsteps would tread
I had no known destination
Other than to be fully immersed
That is totally absorbed by the situation
Yes, there are memories
From childhood and also adulthood
First with friends, later with lovers
Now I do want to reach that moor
To lay upon the sodden peat
And sink, sink into my earth
You see I am at one with you
Whatever our issues may have been
I am here, and I do feel welcome
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