One hundred million cups of water
floating in an endless ocean

One hundred billion drops of rain
which linger in the air


One hundred clouds
now filled to swollen;
oceans all the same


One hundred years
of transience,
four hundred cycled
seasons, changed

Liquid sunlight
drips into

a sea of blue
from parts

which hover
out of view

Condensed is sodden air
containing memories
within its bounty

Cyclical are storms of sadness

Starsheen parts the clouded skies

Eternal is the endless ocean

Fading are the tides

A drop of light in aether

unto thee, collective breadth,

sends ripples to the edges

of the vessel

From what source is metaphysical water;
and how steamy spirits linger in the aer;

what is One - the godhead all-becoming;
whence does dense disparity compare?



Who am I who melts to never being?

What exists in transience, renamed?

Ever is the Ohm in om’nous humming
thru transpiring ripples in the waves.