Ah, This!

A raincloud shrouds the valley.
Night rains have filled the air with sage.
Past my window, a tumbleweed spins
and, in the stream, a gray heron stands,
poised to strike.
The morning sun rolls over the dark hills.

On and on, wherever I look, beauty, wonder.
I could say, "This is God,"
or try to tell you about Zen
or the Zen master whose book this is.
My head could talk to your head.
But why?
The master has said it all
better than I,
and now lives in silence,
occasionally murmuring
"Ah, this!"

This is the 'introduction' of my favorite book, "Ah This!" by Osho. I have read this poem hundreds of times. And every time I read it, I feel it's new.