Poem, Meeting Existence in the shower

This longing in my heart that two should become one.
As warm water pour down my skin.
Warming up my cold body.
Deep embracing Love in a Meeting.
Pouring down and saturating my soul.

All in my solitude and suddenly this Meeting with Existence takes place.
So beauiful when drops fall in the water of the ground.
Making ripples in the light-reflection of the puddle.
So ordinary, but so extraordinary.
Brings my full attention.
Fully enjoying the Moment.
Not desiring anything else.