"The Drop That Never Fell"
(A Poem of Consciousness, Maya, and the Return)
I. The Still Ocean
Before ripples, before waves,
There was only the hush of the Infinite—
No time, no edge, no center to name,
Only stillness, endlessly intimate.
No face to wear, no breath to count,
No “I” to dream, no loss to mourn—
A presence vast, unborn, unbound,
Not even aware it was ever born.
II. The Seeming Drop
Then came the whisper—as if a drop fell,
Though no fall occurred, no space to tell.
The ocean dreamed of self and skin,
Of something outside, something within.
A thought arose: “I am apart,”
And Maya danced, a brilliant start—
The veil spun from not-knowing’s thread,
Wove sky and body, birth and dread.
III. The Ripple of Becoming
“I am a soul,” the ripple cried,
“I am a man, a beast, a bride.”
The One played many, forgot its grace,
And saw itself in every face.
Desires bloomed like scented lies,
Mirrors within mirrors, highs chasing highs.
Each form a fiction carved in foam—
Yet each ache a longing to return home.
IV. The Search
The drop sought God in skies and books,
In stranger’s eyes and lover’s looks.
In sacred chants and drunken haze,
It wandered through a thousand ways.
It wept, it sang, it asked in vain,
"Why this longing? Why this pain?"
But every question it ever hurled
Was the Ocean trying to feel the world.
V. The Soft Realization
Then silence answered—not with sound—
But by being still, by being ground.
The drop sat down, exhausted, bare,
And found no boundary anywhere.
“I was never born,” it came to see,
“The one who sought was always Me.”
The ripple was not apart, but play—
The wave was ocean all the way.
VI. The Return Without Movement
There is no journey. No distance crossed.
No seeker gained. No self was lost.
The drop was only an ancient dream,
A pearl in Consciousness’ endless stream.
Now it rests—awake, unnamed,
Not proud, not saint, not soul to be claimed.
Just vastness wearing a human face,
Laughing gently at its own grace.
Epilogue: The Drop Speaks to Itself
“I never fell.
I only rose—
into the knowing
of what always was.”
Poem by "Illogical Damnocrazy"
Aka "LetterToTheSky"
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