Missing

Is the monsoon I really miss when I think of India

the rampant pouring in the middle of a summer day

this awkward and exhilarating antithesis of cause and effect manifesting simultaneously

It is during the monsoon season we monks loved to meditate in the caves some centuries ago

this unpredictable magic we could never explain

what they call spiritual nowadays.

Oh how I miss the monsoon season in a monastery today as the rain is falling in the middle of the summer…