Within each drop lies a reflection
turning inward, backward, forward into
ourselves and all we see,
we are these tiny movements
rippling out to touch the edge of something,
anything, nothing at all
as we return once more to our beginning.
Gravity moves us unknowingly
we turn, spin and begin once again
to the creation like an echo bouncing
off of the cosmic thought.
Sun and moon twirl round so slow
yet we move ever faster as if to go
anywhere, somewhere, here and there
to nowhere and everywhere in between.
To awaken with a thought that comes full circle,
like a deja vu of another time and place
we vaguely recall somewhere within
that it is where we need to be
to feel that sublime peace descend
like snow that falls on a mountain in the distance,
we know it will become the stream
which we cross over
or will move upwards once more to fall
like the gentle misted rain
that cleanses our mind
into a gentle harmony filled
with serenity.