Water is always trying to return to itself
Seeking the easiest way
To return home
And lose itself in the whole
It does not struggle to retain its identity
Or complain about being
A single drop
It does not tell a story
About how it ended up
As a puddle, destined to
Dry up and evaporate.
It simply accepts
Its destiny
Knowing innately that
All is well
Why! oh why!
Are we
So cut off from our innate knowing?
Do we really think we are so alone
Like a single drop of water?
Poetry of Beauty 
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“Water is always trying to return to itself…” of course it is, I’d forgotten – wonderful, really sparked a light for me… thank you
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Great, thanks for the comment Tiramit. x
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