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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