"What evaporates is never lost..."

"As a drop of water,
is one with the ocean..." 
- Mary Baker Eddy

If a drop of
water is one with
the ocean...

is it also one
with
the cloud?

and if
one with the cloud,
then what of the
mist,
the dew,
the drenching rain,
the steam that
turns raw
dough into
dumplings for the
evening meal,
hard grains of rice
into a
banquet for
the
starving...

two molecules of
hydrogen
bonded to a single
oxygen
molecule

a family
so
small
that what
we see as
"a drop"
is actually a
tiny collective,
a small
community,
a village of
molecular adoption...

individual
elements
coalescing,
uniting,
converging,
cooperatively
working side-by-side to
feed,
cleanse,
sate,
assuage,
refresh,
buoy,
energize,
lift
a
world...

and when they dance
apart
into
a swirl of
vapor

rising from the
boiling pot,
the steaming bamboo...

in its wake there
is another
meal,
a day without
hunger,
an opportunity to
share...

but, where
is the grief?

what of the drop
of water...

no longer round and
heavy,
wet with promise,
cool on the
tongue...

is it lost into
the ether

failed of remaining
fat and liquid,
formless and
forgotten

does density of
mass
define purpose,
beauty,
life...

no...

the eternal cycles of
Being
rise and fall,

and
fall

and rise,

they
gather,
adopt,
condense,
surrender,
fall,
be,
give,
evaporate,
rise...and yet rise, again

to
gather,
adopt...

become
a single
family of three...

two hydrogen
one oxygen

ceaseless cycles of
opportunity for
shared
good...

yet
always rising,
ever rising

to fall
and rise again

what is unseen
is not lost

just different

a vertical horizon,
a change of perspective,
a journey of
grace

no loss...
never lost
just liquid,
to solid,
to liquid,
to gas,
to vapor,
to liquid....

a beautiful lake,
an inspiring cloud,
refreshing rain,
steam that unlocks the
grain of
rice...

each stage
a gift of Love
rising,
and yet rising,
on the
wings of
eternity

only to
fall

"...Life is eternal,
and love is immortal,
and death is only a horizon --
and the horizon is nothing,
save the limit of our sight..." 

― Rossiter W. Raymond

I love this Carly Simon version of Raymond's poem, "Life is Eternal" it has invited me to climb higher so that, perhaps, someday, I can see further.