I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by the Gods…..
The opening lines of the poem “Song of the Rain” by Khalil Gibran, speak of the timeless romantic beauty of the rain…. I was lucky to capture some freshly minted raindrops on some bougainvillea flowers.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
“They say to me in their awakening, “You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea.”
And in my dream I say to them, “I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore.”