In the beginning, their was Ocean.
Ocean decided, to create, Ocean created the Raindrop.
At first raindrop was happy at its source, but soon, felt restless, it
split into many millions...and formed a cloud. Slowly, it drifted away
from the source...
As the Raindrops moved away they became heavy in mind and soul, sorry they
had ever left, and began to wish to return back to the ocean, but the wind,
would not permit it, they must travel, over the land below, and so, they
descended.
As they fell, many things changed, from that of their previous high incarnation,
and they gained a mass, no longer free, but controlled by their surroundings.
Soon they discovered, that if they formed into groups, they could create,
a false control, one they created.
They all merged and fell into the Rivers.
Each river thought it was heading in the right direction, each thought
itself, correct in its path, down its valley, it had carved itself. Many
rivers, shot off into many different places, and created new rivers and
paths... each river thought the other was wrong... that THEY were heading
in the right direction, there was no doubt they were THE justified ones,
in their decisions.
However...as each river continued its journey, they all forgot the destination.
Ocean itself!
No matter which journey each river took, they all came back to the source,
infact, they had never left the source, as infinity has no time. The time
they thought they had spent journeying, struggling, fighting, hoping. It
was all in vain, an illusion, they had never left their source at all,
source had been with them every step of the way. Ocean created Raindrop...from
its self.
Raindrop was ocean too.
By: Stephen Voisey A poem that was co-wrote with some beings.
(Stephen@infinity.u-net.com)