What is it?

As I walk in the rain, the clouds wetting my cheek-

As my heart writhes in pain, and I feel my voice going weak-

As my mind goes blank, the soft slush greasing my feet-

What makes me feel one with them? Where do the feelings and the feeler meet?

As I run in the sun, the sky splashes on my shoulder-

As my spirit is ebullient, and everything I behold is brighter-

As my soul soaks in the music, the evening charm and the fluttering leaves-

What is it that springs with joy? Who is it who this wonder perceives?

As I sleep in the shade, my body in slumber’s tender embrace-

As my hidden impulses weave a world; my mind unshackled , 

and dissolved duress-

As I wade through the magical; the world of unmet desires I tread-

Who is awake to them? What connects them to this world-
as if an invisible thread?