Nourishing and Simplifying Vast Possibilities of the Inner

The skies out my window are fully greyed this morning.
Rain falls.
I see it streaking to waiting grasses and trees.
I hear it collecting at rooftop trough and tumbling to ground.

The skies out my window are fully greyed this morning.
Rain falls.
It quenches droughted land, inner and outer.
It nourishes gardened plot, seeds venturing to spring sprouts.

The candle on my desk flickers white and orange this morning.
Flame reaches.
I see it dancing this way left and this way right.
I hear it celebrating singularity.

The candle on my desk flickers white and orange this morning.
Flame reaches.
It alchemizes cluttered thought, piles and stacks.
It simplifies accumulated worry, wick supported purpose.

Here’s to rain.
And to flame.
Here’s to a moment of outer
that nourishes and simplifies vast possibilities of the inner.