Clouds

grow heavy; thunder goes.

Rain drives in from the east, its patter

falls on the sides of the houses. Rain can be destructive,

wiping out boundary marks. But the soil needs care — ecstatic love

has sprouts now, and renunciation. Let the rain feed both.

Only the farmer with intelligence actually brings

his harvest back to his farmyard. He will fill

the granary bins, and feed both the

wise men and the

saints.

 

Kabir

 

conflict


 

lightning

strikes up out of the earth

stunning the air with sound     the sun falls

flaming into the sea     bright cracks

open in the burning clouds     the sky is broken

this is the season of separation     crossed

and crossing paths

 

oracle of the turtle