The Droplet
A journey of life
The little droplet left its abode
A journey begun all alone
Through dancing winds and passing cloud
Among the stars where its home had gone
Swaying left and swaying right
But racing along always ahead
Through shades of black and patches of light
Taking hues of blue and red
Seeking joy all along
In light, in breeze, in warmth and chill
Seeing life as all a song
But feeling still a little unfill
Down it swung through pain and joy
Till it perceived a vast beyond
Swamping up in all its majesty
The beckoning ocean , to which it bound
Encompassing all in a sprawling grace
The little one, a droplet no more
Roaring high with all in embrace
It had passed beyond heavens door
For it saw what it had unseen
That it had never really been
Mistaking itself to be the seeker
Homecoming to find, itself the maker
What stayed with you?
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