![woman, purple umbrella, stupa]()
Song Of The Rain VII
Kahlil Gibran
Song Of The Rain VIII am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven
By the gods. Nature then takes me, to adorn
Her fields and valleys.
I am beautiful pearls, plucked from the
Crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn
To embellish the gardens.
When I cry the hills laugh; when I
humble myself the flowers rejoice;
when I bow, all things are elated.
The field and the cloud are lovers
And between them I am a messenger of mercy.
I quench the thirst of one;
I cure the ailment of the other.
The voice of thunder declares my arrival;
The rainbow announces my departure.
I am like earthly life, which begins at
The feet of the mad elements and ends
Under the upraised wings of death.
I emerge from the heard of the sea
Soar with the breeze. When I see a field in
Need, I descend and embrace the flowers and the trees in a million little ways.
I touch gently at the windows with my
Soft fingers, and my announcement is a
Welcome song.
All can hear, but only
The sensitive can understand.
The heat in the air gives birth to me,
But in turn I kill it,
As woman
overcomes man with
The strength she takes from him.
I am the sigh of the sea;
The laughter of the field;
The tears of heaven.
So with love -
Sighs from the deep sea of affection;
Laughter from the colorful field of the spirit;
Tears from the endless heaven of memories.
Filed under: Good Company, Photography, Poetry, Traveling Tagged: beauty everywhere, gratitude, kahlil gibran, kathmandu, love, monsoon season, Nepal, poetry, Portrait Photography, rain, song of the rain, travel, umbrella
