Each drop of water is precious,
Each has been here before.
Every drop of water is timeless,
they are souls that return again and again
not to the worlds they know,
but to the worlds they are, that are within them.
Always here, whether as rain, dew, lake, ocean, sea –
Whether they fall from the heavens
or spring up from the Earth; gather as bodies,
or in pools…
They know not what they are,
only that they are –
And all are just one form of the same being.
As are we –
We are each every one of these drops of water,
as infinite, as vast as the Universe.
Contained in a single form, and yet…
without form at all.
We are always here, we always return.
We are always transforming, evolving, changing all we touch
changed by all that touches us.
Every phase, every cycle water flows through
are also ours too.
All part of the entire Universe
as much as it is not just part of us; it is us.
We hold the memories of water,
because we are the memories, just as it is the memories
We are not all different, not so much as we like to believe;
We simply are.
We are one and we are the same –
I am you, are he, is she, is they, are them, are we,
part of the same whole, created from the same love;
Freedom is our destiny, even as destiny lives in our freedom.
Still, despite our [separate] perceived bodies,
interconnectedness is our truth, as our existence brings life
to the world it finds itself in, and the spaces it occupies –
Because we don’t live in the world;
The world lives