Rain drop thoughts

Sitting in the dark, serenaded by crickets while thunder rolls towards me.

Reading a blog about having a soul on fire.

Plunk. Plink. Plink.

Drops of rain bounce off of my head.

Water quenches the flame… Is it any less of a blessing?

Do we only yearn for fire and passion?

What is new, what feels free?

I can hear the aspen trees bow to the wind, leaves a flutter.

Is feeling a part of this world akin to taking one’s place in it?

Is feeling the highest good? Shall we make our experience into a god?

It is the same old lies. Repackaged in a more exciting wrapper.

Fire burns. It consumes. One day, you too will long to be drenched by the cleansing rain.