My Tears

Sometimes I find myself still,

In a state of bundled gratitude,

Tears flowing uncontrollably,

Basking in the glory of my breath,

And the Sun’s.

What if my tears become ink?

Will it dissolve me?

Will it scorch my remaining ego?

Will it scribble a message to the world?

What if my tears become rain?

Will it lend a new fragrance to the earth?

Will it adopt a heart in solitude?

Will it leave me in a state of nothingness?

Maybe, maybe not.

I don’t know.

But I know,

If my tears of ecstasy flow as a river,

It could do some wonder.

Reflecting the sun, the moon and the sky,

The river would shimmer.

Carrying me towards the ocean of grace,

It may unfold,

the magical unseen vistas,

Of life and beyond,

Along the way.