mountain rain

Sunim said: “You are San’u, Mountain Rain. The rain falls equally everywhere, without discriminating.” 

A quarter-century later, I glimpse what it is to become this name, to dissolve into mountain rain. 

It is to become a festival, a gently falling angel, a messenger bearing the watery, speechless words, random and gratuitous, pouring forth from the Source to illuminate, fertilize, and reanimate.

Maybe like this.

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