listen to the rain

Why talk to me about enlightenment or an altered state or bliss? Don’t have you have other things to say? Or cannot you just be silent for a minute and listen to the rain? look at how the wind picks up a dry leaf to play with it - or how a baby next door bursts with aliveness for no reason – look at how the moon is more beautiful as darkness around her grows deeper. Then what do you call this thing that blazes inside of you like a thousand milky ways even when your body is exhausted and in deep sleep?