The Sound of the Rain

When Thich Nhat Hanh was still a young novice,one evening he was polishing the temple bell.

The rain began — softly at first, then heavier. He listened as the drops fell on the roof, uneven yet harmonious in their rhythm.

His hand moved in the same flow, his breath followed the sound. In that moment, everything merged —rain, sound, breath, movement.

He no longer perceived any separation between himself and what was happening. There was only doing — and complete presence.

Later, he realized:He had been practicing without knowing it.

For true practice happens where nothing is divided —not even the one who practices.