THE DROP'S PRAYER BY NAAD NASEER












THE DROP'S PRAYER

BY NAAD NASEER 


I breathe like a bubble, craving the Beloved’s sight,

My fragile soul trembling for union’s light.

A lonely drop, I mourn my destined divide,

For I was born of the river, not meant to hide.

This fleeting form sparkles, then fades from view,

Yet my essence remembers the One I knew.

Separation wounds deeper than death can be,

For the drop finds meaning only in the Sea.

I rise, I vanish—this self must fall,

To drown in the Truth, the Source of all.

When “I” am broken, and names are through,

The drop becomes the river—the river, You.

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