Rain

Today was rain; beautiful, chilly, humid Spring rain.  As I sit here looking out at the woods that surrounds my house, leaves on the trees broadening and blooming, birds bathing and mosquitoes swarming I have to wonder, when the rain lands on my arm where do I end and where does the rain begin?  When it lands on me and soaks into my hair and skin it becomes part of me.  The rain is me and I am the rain.  The rain is you and you are the rain.  Let the duality fall away. It is only an illusion.