It was the blue rain from my journey
with mist showering on us
the winds of mountain where light sleeps
we walked through our own past
we walked through our own life
in the mystic peaks full of rain..
there was this old tree full of green
waving its branches in mist
it was from our green memories
where silence sleeps.
I walked without making noise
a foot step from my memories
will awake a thousand winds
and it will fill the valleys of sufferings
where the days of yellow sun rests,
I saw a sage sitting and chanting
his long saffron adobe shines,
in the barefooted journeys of his life
of truth..of tranquil mornings
of his sacred life in peace.
the clouds are reborn every moment
in new shapes in new pace
with a blue rain..in the peaks
it washes our life with sublime thoughts
it makes our journey like a river
in each step we are like a flower
in each thoughts like a feather
and i am drenched in this blue rain
towards the path of a thousand flowers
blooming in the path where the clouds reside
inside us outside in mist...
