The sweet scent of rain

carried by the wind

Anmol Atreya
May 11, 2025

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Perhaps lightness feels so freeing
because its an undefined state

and heaviness feels so dense
because its a defined state.

In the openness to anything,
we become everything.

In the rigidity to hold on,
we collapse all that could have been instead.

As I learn to sit with that
which just is
I become that which no longer was,
or has to be,
but just is.

The more I hold on to life,
the more it slips by me
- a sand of containment,
slips time through my fingers
as I grasp tighter.

I let go
and find the magic
which binds the sand together

I surrender
and feel the sweet scent of peace
permeate

I smell the unnamed sweetness
in the notes of you that linger.

I want to tell you all of the peace that surrounds
but in that process
I risk putting a word to that which cannot be held around

so I hope you too feel the sweet scent
breeze through your skin,

and hope the wind carries back your answer -
does it too make you melt
and surrender in its everythingness, ?

Owase city, Mie prefecture, Japan

Kumanokodo center

Photograph by Tatsuya Suzuki