The droplet travels from its cloud of unknowing,

Onto the rock,

On a hillside,

As a snowflake,

Or hail,

Finding my place in gravity,

With all the others.

 

Happily I wait for a destination,

As if a train on a journey,

When I find I am already there,

In the stream,

Below the river,

Oxygen to the fish,

Water for the thirsty.

 

Until, now with all others,

I remain,

In the ocean with thee,

I AM at one.