First, a gathering - a coalescing of mist,
Shapeless vapors given form, a droplet born.
Buoyant, it rises, a fragile orb of being,
Drifting with purpose, a path yet uncharted.

Through currents unseen, it dances and drifts,
Accumulating experiences, ever-evolving.
Colliding, dispersing, reforming anew -
A constant state of flux, a never-ending flow.

Yet all the while, the droplet retains
A sense of self, a boundary, a "me."
Until, inevitably, the walls start to thin,
The borders to blur, the entity to flee.

Slowly, gently, it merges once more
With the endless expanse, the boundless whole.
No longer a droplet, distinct and apart,
But a humble tributary, rejoining the soul.

Such is the nature of all that we are -
Temporary expressions of a greater design.
Ephemeral forms, ever-changing, ever-flowing,
Bubbles upon the surface of the divine.