Writing: Monologue

Let me see! What are my thoughts today? It is raining. —What a gloomy sky! It could easily match with my memories, But not today; not in the sky of my mind: There is sunshine: such contrast of disposition… For no particular reason: No carefully arranged thoughts to be thought, As choosing clothes in the morning to be worn; No meditation to throw them away from my mind, Like that vulnerability, heart-nakedness, helplessness Of your being in those memories of being in love; No imaginings, no intention by visualisation: — No effort, at all! —What is it then? A possible answer could be: the non-thinking; Just feeling, and yet, I feel nothing; Neither good nor bad: (Is there a good or bad?) : There is none, if we do not attribute them connotations, Symbolic divagations, mental or emotional associations. I am a pluviophile. I exist with all that exists In such a harmonious manner with the Nature: I am part of it: I integrate as the eggs in the nests, As spiders in cobwebs, the pollen in the flowers, the larvae in the cocoons: (tacitly dreaming of butterflies In the membrane of anticipation, and expectation) , As the blossom in the orange-trees, the almond-trees, The carob-trees: I am a blossom each morning! —I blossom, I awake to a new day, as awakening to the Spring of Life: Re-born, ever-renewed in the amplitude of possibilities— I am metamorphosis itself at the epicentre of my being! O! The sound of thunder in the sky! Awakes me with the announcement of precipitation: To bathe my being in non-being—to become the rain, The thunder, the grey, the moisture, the green, the rainbow: I am the Elements of Nature! —I am Nature!