It’s raining. Thunder and lightning assert their ascendancy as monarchs of earth, air and sea.
Rain falls, heavily, splatting the patio tiles with large drops.
Each drop recoils as it touches the cold, hard surface of compressed earth.
It summons its energy and leaps away in a sparkling pirouette; silvery beauty belies the recoiling horror – the hard, cold reality of dense earth.
The drop gathers its stored energy, leaping upwards, away, seeking again the safety of the known.
Arms outstretched towards the mother – the ineffable cloud of unknowable unity – each drop stretches flickering, beseeching, quick silvery arms.
The unrelenting force of planetary gravity sucks, draws, caresses, enveloping the tiny life into its dry, hungry arms.
From the cloud of oneness came the rain.
For one brief moment, each drop knows itself, by knowing its not-self. Thrust into the timeless weaving of light and dark, the raindrop knows duality.
Animated by the light of the sun, each drop dances in exquisite frenzy as other drops fall.
A pounding, relentless procession of lives birthed from unity into light, finding individuality, dying again to oneness.
Birth, Life, Death
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