Raindrop plopped into the puddle
It swam into the Allness of water
Yet it itself was One

Sunshine warmed and lifted it
Up to the cloud of bliss
It formed again into raindropedness

It flopped as rain into another puddle
Because it could; but yet recalled
What it had learned when first it falled

All was … is … will be Good
If it weren’t for heather
We’d think it weather