Existence – Thich Nhat Hanh

It is night.

Rain pelts the roof.
The soul awakens
to a flooded Earth–
a sea of storm
roaring,
then passing.

In that short moment,
shifting lines and shapes,
fleeting,
barely seen.

Before the passing moment tilts
and falls to melancholy,
laughter sounds
in quiet raindrops.

~Thich Nhat Hanh