In the Rain

More about In the Rain

In the rain
are given sparkles
of delight,
red, orange, yellow,
blue, green, purple,
indigo—captured,
cast down to pour
upon your skin
to moisten your
Parched Soul
and Invigorate
every cell of your Body
Until this Light
Shines Brightly
Out of Your Eyes
Like a Beacon
drawing others near
to help them
Navigate Safely
Through Stormy
Waters of Emotion.

In response, and inspired by a poem within the book, THE GIFT, Poems by HAFIZ, The Great Sufi Master, Translations by Daniel Ladinsky.

Certainly not to say I am a master or even an apprentice in any way of poetry or mystical insight—all is simply a creative endeavor to see what my own mind and heart may say of the poem, to try and put it into my own words, or simply to respond to the ideas set forth by HAFIZ, and translated by Daniel.

(My apologies, this footnote will be repeated as I intend, at least presently, to continue in this mode for awhile. I am quite curious how AI will interpret things and how I may work and play, tweek words and such to perhaps change the direction AI is taking, in the end, hopefully to make a dream worthwhile sharing.)