'Dripping In And Out' After A Rainstorm Gentle Meditation

Damp and green - the entire world it seems. Blue and gray striations sit low and heavy against the white sky, post-storm atmosphere over muted blue water. Rain drops pool on leaves and petals, gather and slip, tipping over the sides to lap at the ground. Gentleness - cool in the wet air. This is the kind of afternoon one can feel at the tips of their fingers - a conversation, energy being exchanged between the whirling atoms of self and the atoms of greater chaos outside the body, the most peaceful seaming collision. A sensation of distinctness between the lips of cosmic interconnectedness, how to maintain a sense of self in the midst of the universal? The weight of eyelids and sleepiness... just to be at the center of all and nothing.