Rain

The desire of a thoughtlessly living man grows like a creeper. Drifts from one life to another, like a monkey looking for fruit in the forest. When one is overcome by this wretched, clinging desire in the world, one's sorrows increase like grass growing up after a lot of rain. But when one masters this wretched desire, which is so hard to overcome, then one's sorrows just drop off, like a drop of water...
__Buddha


Video by Shaun Walker

might we absolve ourselves, to renounce and let it go allˇ
when sunrise enlights the soul and illusion just dissolves
to countless bitter tears, forever lost after fresh rainfall