Water

I was the wind

Once

Going where ever I felt like

Carrying grains of stories

From one place

To another.

Sometimes gentle

Sometimes a whirlwind

Flirting with tree tops

Changing my mind and direction

on a whim

Not caged

Of no fixed address

I was Free.

Then I grew up

And became fire

I was angry

And believed in the myth of Independence

And self righteously

Burned to purity

What I though was wrong

Creating separateness

It took courage…

I was Proud.

I stood still

The lava solidified

Became the Rock.

Made peace with the wrongs

Consolidated

Reached some ”conclusions”

Created an identity

Gulped the tears

Hard contours

Immovable - Dependable

I was Rigid.

..and then,

One day

On the periphery of my mind

I caught a glimpse

Of the dew drop

Glistening…Still.. fragile

Immaculate.

I saw

The whole world reflected in it.

The illusion of ‘Separateness"

Started to melt

I closed my eyes

And tears flowed

Breaking all barriers

Like a tsunami

Washing away

My carefully build identity

Leaving me happily with the debris

Of what I was ..

Words start dropping

Compassion arises.

Meaningless

Form less

Identity less

And yet,

Free to be Anything.

My journey

Is now

acceptance

Holding up a ship

Slipping through fingers

Flow.

Gentle

Peace

I am water.

-Rhea