The more I live the more I understand - and appreciate - the import of interconnectedness and transience of all things.
 
The rains come, and so does a gnawing feeling seeking something undefinable; love comes with its fullness, and we wait for the infinitesimal more; the lane we stay is alive with sandwich cafés and chairs on pavements and we sit alone, worse, feeling alone; the temple bells and the sound of om carries to us and we think of our place in the world. The universe carries us in its arms into its enveloping warmth, and we don’t recognise the gift.
 
And in the flood of disappointments, we conjure love as mere presence, failing to recognise that it is first a feeling, and then touch. We become prisoners of our own unending emptiness, without first immersing ourselves in what we have already been gifted.
 

If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on how rains and storms come into our lives:
Of Rain-Engulfed Rooms and Lovers in Spate
Dancing in the Rains
Waiting for a Storm

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