When a drop chooses to remain a drop
it does nothing, can do nothing
but get crushed under its own weight.
Though when it forgets its very existence
by moving along with the tide,
merging itself with the whole,
it yet does nothing,
but still can do everything.
Ever blessed will be the moments of last nigh
with the final unfurling of the curl
that held the lotus bud tightly shut
it revealed its innermost secret,
which so far was hidden in parts
in all its glory and beauty bright.
Fellow travellers, brothers, sisters, mates of yore
we are the people, we are the world
connected to our Creator in a thousand myriad ways
not yet apparent to our inmost sight.
Lost in wilderness lined with illusion on our path
we wandered and groped in the darkness of dark
through life after life after life.
When lo! The Eternal Source from where we sprang
in mercy revealed its resplendent light
drawing us nearer and nearer to it.
Now with its flow of unceasing light
and glow of fire kindled within
we can finally see with our inner eyes
what the game of creation is all about.
The lotus stood with its stalk bent down
awaiting the water of life to flow under
and set it afloat on its placid calm.
It swayed and it danced
with every whiff of the breeze
and patiently waited for the water
to kiss and quench its thirst.
The water in its infinite mercy
gushed under it to fill
the stalk with power and love
leaving it shivering and tingling
and finally completely engulfed it
with its all pervading love.
At first, I was a frail ignorant bird,
caught in the deepest slumber
trapped in a cage of my own meshes.
Then cameth Thou slowly without a word,
bestowed the wings to my wounded being,
taught me how to flap them
and soar away breaking all barriers
to Thy ever- welcoming open skies!