Monday, November 26, 2007

Storms

Sitting here, it's quiet.
Just the humm of a distant thought..
Another thunderstorm
come and gone.
and all that's left is the smell of
sweet rain....

2 comments:

Path to No Self said...

Hi,

I like your work. This poem is nice and reminds me a bit of Ryokan.

Nice to meet you,

Sal

J. said...

Hi Sal, Thanks for the comment. I just was reading your Blog site and really like the way your words flow..

"There is no how or why about life. Life is, that's all. If you really recognize that and are mature enough that's it. In awakening all questions are answered simply by the virtue that they disappear, unanswered."

So true.
Joe