A drop is a life
Like every drop of rain, I want to pour in thy ocean of love to remain.
Ecstatic to lose the fact of the drop of I and mix with the ocean of truth of one.
I pray you to permit me to remain in this state of being in the vastness and be nothing
expressing my gratitude with tears and folded hand for letting me be inside the gate of heaven.
But again with the new dawn of the day, you will trap me in the light of knowing.
You will let me form the small world of a drop of mine and with the labor of action to the clouds
When I reach the end of my journey I know not where to go like the kite in the sky limited by its thread of freedom
I fly with the cloud in the sky until a thunder wakes me up to the reality and I pour into thee.