One Drop

in poetry •  7 years ago 

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They rise and fall from me
One drop at a time
Soul's substance
Merges with senses
Eyes see and ears hear
A particular strain from the Jazz of me
One drop
One poem
One dance
One kiss at a time
They linger for a time
Then flow back into the ocean from whence they came
Don't cling
The Manna can't be stored
Each has its own taste and shape and weather
And each makes possible the next
Rejoice or grieve or dance as your heart leads
Drink that drop and be nourished
Then quietly await the next

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Simply beautiful,
Don't cling to anything, all is welcome here.
It is a pleasure to resteem this!
Leah

Your kindness adds another drop. :) Thank you.

Don't cling
The Manna can't be stored...
Wise words. Nice job!

Thank you for stopping by.

Lovely words. They conjure up all sorts of images.

I am glad you stopped by