got up to a darkened sky and constant downpour. Where you could see nothing for huge distances.. Love this weather.. Which overwhelms completely. The more i try to take it all in. The huger it feels.. The torrential downpour, the darkening sly. The ecstatic sea. Like some celestial foreplay resulting in a cleansing of everything it touched.. Felt.. Caressed.. Drenched.. The birds hiding in quiet shelters. Silent spectators of this joyous mating..
Took my coffee to the seaside.. It was awesomely beautiful.. Pouring and drizzling intermittently in a competition all their own.. And i loved every moment of it.. Walking on the parapet for the first time ever.. Watching the waves crash into the rocks.. Pale yet determined.. A silent duel trying to wear each other off.. Tiny pellets of raindrops defiant derisive of containing the sea into any boundaries.. everything and everyone drenched in its cascading touches, Fleeting.. Assailing.. Uplifting.
Took a walk, enjoying the romance of the breeze and rain on my skin… And hair… Senses enamored… Overflowing… Ineffectually wanting to soak it all in… Into that one single moment… And all I could feel was mute, spellbinding ecstasy… Are these the fleeting touches of divinity that we recognize in moments that we let ourselves see…
Came back home… It is still pouring outside… There is a strange, mesmeric music in the sound of the rain… The waves lapping against the rocks… The sound of water falling from a great height… Or flowing over rocks… And each note different, unique… Entrancing… A divine orchestra of natural instruments… Averring music is there in every atom, every pore… To which the elements dance in seamless synchronicity… Am about to sleep now… What is this essential reserve inside that falls shy of physical giving… Yet intensifies words to a draining extreme… Where people fall shy of knowing how to react in the face of such giving intensity… It was pouring like crazy… As if the clouds were exploding…
Went for a walk enjoying the romance of the breeze and rain on my skin and hair. Senses enamoured.. overflowing Ineffectually wanting to soak it all in.. Into that one single moment. And all i could feel was mute spellbinding ecstasy. Are these the fleeting touches of divinity that we recognize in moments that we let ourselves see.
There is a strange mesmeric music in the sound of the rain.. The waves lapping against the rocks.The sound of water falling from a great height, Or flowing over rocks.. And each note different, unique.. Entrancing. A divine orchestra of natural instruments. Averring music is there in every atom every pore, to which the elements dance in seamless synchronicity..
The clouds darkening with unnamed emotions as they seemingly meet the lit up sea across the horizon. Could see the path of light coming down from the skies.. Who do they make way for in such a ceremonious way.. It is almost impossible to grasp such beauty even for a moment.. Leaves your heart bursting with a desperate need to expand and encompass.
Today got up to greet and embrace the dawn.. The sun coming up.. Clear skies.. Mornings are so beautiful these days and everyday i feel my eye sight is so limited.. Like there is so much to take in and am simply not equipped to do so.. Fed the crows.. And they were flocking to eat.. it was almost scary, so many crows at once at the window.. like they would come in.. lots of ravens among them.. food over within secs..
Drove around .. Weather was awesome.. An unnamed disquiet where i could almost feel my poise slipping.. Such useless things we waste our time and mind on..
I wonder sometimes why we need to get away from time to time. Even though it is to the same places. Is it the Weather. Or break from routine.. Relaxation. Or just escapism. Cant we break the conditioning and have a similar holiday at home.. The day the weather is beautiful. Take it as a holiday. Go on a long drive. Have relaxing prolonged tea watching the rain.. Have dinner in the balcony amidst lamps or candles. Or a picnic on a terrace.. Watch movies.. Play games.. Do sight seeing or shopping.. Rediscover the place you live in. After all the weekend destinations are also the same each time. Why is This conditioning so hard to break.
ITS STILL NOT RAINING.. THE SKY A CLEAR BLUE.. HOW CLEAR THE SOUNDS OF BIRDS IN THE MORNING HOURS AND DURING THE DAY TRAFFIC SOUNDS DROWN OUT EVERYTHING ELSE.. CAN STILL HEAR INTERMITTENT CHIRPS.. AND SO WANT TO TRAIN MY EARS TO DROWN OUT THE TRAFFIC SOUNDS INSTEAD.. WHO TEACHES THESE BIRDS ANYTHING.. THEY HAVE TO SPREAD THEIR OWN WINGS AND LEARN TO FLY.. SENSING THE WEATHER.. ANY DANGER..BUILDING SHELTER.. KNOWING THE DIRECTIONS THEY NEED TO FLY SEASONALLY.. WOULD WE TOO UNDERSTAND AND SENSE MUCH MORE IF WE COULD SHUT OUT THE NOISE. DO WE ALL COME NATURALLY EQUIPPED WITH THE SENSE AND ABILITY TO SURVIVE.. LOOK AT ALL THESE BIRDS INSECTS AND ANIMALS.. NATURALLY ADAPTING TO EVERY SEASON.
sea a deep grey. Softly rippling waves trembling across its expanse as if at once impatient and excited to dance with the impending drops soon to reach home.
The weather is stupendous. Really overcast with a light drizzle, The sea a dark, crestfallen grey.. As if unable to wait anymore for that torrential cascade -And the sky vying between shades of indigo and blue. Flitting hues of indecision.. And bittersweet parting..
