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.