Unpossessed Possession

As the morning breeze flows softly rippling on the placid lake, on the lotus leaf floating lonely reclines a dainty drop of water, sparkling in the rays of the rising sun, rolls as an opalescent pristine pearl, the leaf embraces with love lest it falls, but doesn’t cling to its possession. As the lake water simmers in the cauldron of the scorching day, the lotus leaf singed by the heat crumples to meet the end. The water drop dries up as destined, released by the unattached leaf disappears in the free air to the infinity, for it’s a belonging never possessed. On the wilting leaf of my forlorn life, floating on the torrid tide of time, my soul turns to a drop of elixir I embrace. As it glows detached in the divine light, enwrapped in the patina of peace, it lies in the fold of sublime tranquility, waiting to be released unpossessed, and merge with the absolute in eternity. May 9, 2021 Brian Strand's Contest A Strand (1047)