Poetry
The Raindrop
A Poem by INNI KAUR
Suspended in air.
Frozen in time.
I, a raindrop,
Am confused.
Come, says the ocean,
I will embrace you.
No, say I,
You will swallow me.
I cannot retreat.
Sheer agony.
Bewildered, forlorn.
What is to become of me?
Trust me, says the ocean,
I am your destiny.
Merge in me,
There lies your glory.
You are vast.
I, a drop.
If I merge,
What will become of me?
You and I are one.
Have faith.
Leap.
I, surrender.
I vanish.
Remains
You, You,
Only You.
June 16, 2010
Conversation about this article
1: Sangat Singh (Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia), June 16, 2010, 3:16 PM.
Inni, what joyous vision you have invoked. Bless you. A gurbani tukk comes to mind: 'Barasghanaa may-raa pir ghar aai-aa' [GGS:1255.12] - "So rain down, O clouds, My Husband Lord has come home!"
2: Gurmeet Kaur (Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.A.), June 17, 2010, 12:12 PM.
Duality ends ... Tranquility begins. Lovely words from a lovely soul.
3: Nawal (South Burlington, U.S.A.), June 18, 2010, 7:57 AM.
Inni - Job well done!
4: Manpreet Kaur Singh (Melbourne, Australia), June 18, 2010, 8:05 PM.
The essence of spirituality has been conveyed so vividly and vivaciously ... so descriptively, yet so succinctly. Simply beautiful!