Come With Me

Come with me my friend and
lay down your anxieties.
Why are you too scared to death to die?

Is it not that you are like the droplet
sent by the big cloud to nourish the earth?
To flow,
to endure,
to carry,
to support,
to strengthen,
to cleanse,
to purify,
to replenish,
to dissolve,
to wash,
to crystallize,
to melt.

Why then is your worst worry
that you have invented your creator?
Does the droplet not return to heavens?
To love is to be one.