A single drop may be swallowed, and the essence
Of an ocean tasted, it is impossible to be submerged
By a drop unless one dives into the ocean
The drop may live without the ocean, but it’s powerless
Without a purpose, identity matters to the drop
The ocean cares little, left to the mercy of the elements
A drop may easily disappear from sight
But it isn’t easily forgotten by nature, even a tiny drop may be useful
How else would nature bring water from the clouds back to earth?
The mind and the body are tiny drops which hold an ocean
One must be dropped to behold the other, living as a drop
