Dew Drop
I let myself dissolve into a morning dew
A drop on a leaf welling up growing bigger and heavier
The leaf droops down further nearly touching the ground
Awareness, expanding, growing, breathing, forming new limits
Expanding, contracting, moving inward and outward
Pulsating droplet ready to fall, ready to be swallowed by the ground
Falling, falling, deeper, deeper,
The bubble drops, explodes and goes back to the life energy from where it came
Disappearing into the microcosmic void, a mere droplet
Dew, how I love you!
Shining bright, reflecting light, glistening in the sun
A jewel radiant and transparent filled with space and light
There are an endless number of these
Yet none are the same
What magnificence to behold!
To witness just one, of the one, as one
No matter the number it still comes back to one and only one
There is still time to see the droplet fall
Hanging onto the texture of the leaf by the pressure of atmosphere
The very molecules of its presence
This tiny bead is made up of all existence
Inside and outside it makes on difference to see which one
This drop is, there is nothing to know about it
To identify with a droplet may seem absurd
Though no more absurd then to be attached to any inanimate or animate object
These “things” we value are a trick we play on each other
Making it more difficult to see that there is no value that we do not create
How liberating to see the bondage to Thingism
To look toward a single drop of water on a tender green leaf
To see the glory and grace of all this that there is
As it is, as life, before, below and above, meeting as one
In this golden misty morning
