:: dripping ::
i've always been amazed by the appearance of a drop, sometimes it seems as though it was a symbol of the strength with which one clings to consciousness, as though there was a fine membrane containing the translucent content of one's self. sometimes i think about what it would be like to be a drop, a teardrop, a drop of blood, of paint, of ink. the astounding power that a simple congregation of molecules brings to mind takes my breath. they are simply by ceasing to be. running down a cheek, or throughout the extension of paper, on this window's surface, they leave behind what they are, without showing their 'coming to be incomplete'.
and as i watched those drops running down such skin i wondered if i could ever come to be as they were in that instant. and i can, i am while ceasing to be, by him.
coming in through my ears:: Overjoyed//Stevie Wonder