Swimming in Schlieren
Saw the rain and couldn't stop thinking about swimming in schlieren.
The thickening layer of such smooth transition between water and the heavens.
A restive cushion beneath, and a tumultuous pelting above,
Tempered by a thin haze, a fizz
So much more invigorating than a shower
And yet, so unlike the torment beneath a waterfall.
A sensation of floating without feeling a surface;
Poking right through, to breathe
And yet, not feeling that tension when falling back in.
Water above, water below.
Stark sounds above, a subdued, misty trance below.
A cold spa above, and a relaxing lull below.
An invigorating gusto to breathe
To breathe among all the splash and water
And yet, to float without that sinking sensation.
It is indeed the measure of a dream.
Torrents in the Rain -- a Walk to the Prayer Hall.
Saw torrents in the rain, flowing down pavements like tributaries down the hills.
Saw lightning brighten up the earth and the sky with an eerie blue delight.
Heard thunder roaring triumphantly,
Making the pouring rain sound cold as dead stones.
Saw a joy through the soaking wet, a serenity in motion, when the want of that motion would have caused despair;
For my destination I knew, a place to give me calm, and the walk was like a carefree little adventure, over calmed pavements and heavy traffic.
It was a serenity without despair.
P.S. I know that I first posted the above two to my Facebook status, but this way they are indexable, and for future reference, far more accessible.
P.S.S. I know these are not songs, but I needed a name, and these thoughts, for me, have a musical quality.
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