#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

. . . here now
you can plunge into the most secluded
chamber of the soul commune
with your share of the universe’s

initial burst of light eternal light
housed within the lamp of mystery
waiting to be
beheld five times a day”

Excerpt from “Prayer” by Faisal Mohyuddin’s

Rain all night outside the open window, drenching the earth and all the growing things, and I sleep so restfully. Phone wakes me, later than usual, jars me. My son is looking for Suzi, to give her a shot for her arthritis. My back is quite sore, I have pulled too much. Suzi gets her shot. And soon I am moving with more energy, out into the cleansing, invigorating rain. Charlie follows me a bit reluctantly. It is a morning for moving slowly through the puddling grass and slippery soil of the path. It’s a morning for moving slowly to see, deeply, into every drop of water on the plants. An infinity of peace, an infinity of quiet, inside each drop. And, at the end of this day, it is dark, and I am done with my online group, and again, I go out into the night and it’s damp from the rain but not wet, not raining. Charlie follows me, less reluctantly. The wild turkeys are gobbling in the yard of my neighbor. I walk to the river, along the river, along the quiet and peace, with gratitude for this day.