Ripples of water under the lotus leaves
Define a moment precious and poignant.

A drop has surrendered to gravity and slipped off the leaf,
Ready to lose its previous identity and joins the vastness of the water below.

I imagine that it must have trembled before it fell,
Hanging just on the edge between the known and the unknowable.

I too hang on the edge of life
Subtly I recognise something is completing.

The sadness is building but I try not to hold on.
I remind myself -Something greater is awaiting

New dimensions are there to be discovered.
I am past the point of no return now, and gravity is doing its work.

So like a drop on the edge I shall-go with it-for liberation.