It was Gibran who said, In only one drop of water are found all the secrets of the ocean.  What a privilege it is for the drop deemed worthy of such an honor. How proud it must feel to be entrusted with such glorious distinction..
But it must also be exhausting for a single drop to harbor confidences of such vast proportion. 
Does it yearn to relinquish its burden and flow freely amongst it's kind unencumbered? I wonder... Or perhaps the noble task of safeguarding the ocean's treasures has become a vital part of it's very existence...

I don't know, but I find myself fascinated.

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Thursday, July 23, 2009

Seasons of Our Lives

winds of change come
its soft gusts breathe tendrils of life into a dull existence
transforming the bitterest winter into spring's hope
that becomes summer's promise realized
a promise that precedes autumn in it's wondrous colored glory
and staves off the bitter cold that will inevitably arrive again

these are the seasons of our lives
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