One hundred million cups of water
floating in an endless ocean
One hundred billion drops of rain
which linger in the air
One hundred clouds
now filled to swollen;
oceans all the same
One hundred years
four hundred cycled
drips into a sea of blue
out of view
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Condensed is sodden air
within its bounty
Cyclical are storms of sadness
Starsheen parts the clouded skies
Eternal is the endless ocean
Fading are the tides
A drop of light in aether
unto thee, collective breadth,
sends ripples to the edges
of the vessel
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From what source is metaphysical water;
and how steamy spirits linger in the air;
what is One – the godhead all-becoming;
whence does dense disparity compare?
Who am I who melts to never being?
What exists in transience, renamed?
Ever is the Ohm in om’nous humming
thru transpiring ripples in the waves.
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NOTE: This poem was initially posted on horselessjockey.tumblr.com. It has been published here with the author’s permission.
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