The Dance of the Infinite

A droplet in the ocean, I rise and fall,

Dancing to rhythms I cannot name at all.

In the ebb and flow, I claim my way,

Yet in each breath, I forget and stay.

The "I" that once stood firm and bright,

Now a whisper in the quiet night.

Insignificant in the grand expanse,

But part of a timeless, endless dance.

I reach for meaning, and it slips away,

Fleeting as the dawn, fading with the day.

Yet in this passing, I am not lost—

The waves, the sky, they carry me, tossed.

"Is this me?" I ask, but the answer’s clear,

A wave, a whisper, a thought to hear.

Not to own, not to claim, not to bind,

But to be, to flow, to unbind the mind.

No longer bound by name or claim,

A flicker of light without a flame.

I rise, I fall, I cease to be—

Yet in it all, I’m endlessly free..

PS:

“Penned this while reflecting on how small we are, yet still part of something vast. Just sharing in case it resonates with you too.”