I feel, therefore I am

beautiful morning
with myself, conversing
removing layers of old stuff.
a most gentle spring rain
is blessing the Earth.
No, I am not a spectator.
I am here, roots and branches,
kissing what feeds me,
blessing every drop of water
filling my well.
my well is full again
and my Source within.
every morning is a temple visit,
temple of being, temple of Self,
temple of body, temple of emotion.
I feel, therefore I am.
listening to the silence
between the rain drops,
birdsong and a dog
barking in the distance
gifts me my beautiful Self.