One into many

One stone
Tossed
A drop
A ripple
A wave
A tsunami
Outward moving
From where it began
To where it ends
Unknown.
A raindrop
Enclosed within
It becomes part of the whole
And returns
To come round again
Raised unseen
And moving in clouds
Down again.

A song I have on my mind
A calming….ripples….

“If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come thru the music,
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they’re better left unsung.
I don’t know, don’t really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.

There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps

You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand then whos to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home. ”
The Grateful Dead