I, like a drop into the world, fell, compounding the sin of being by feeling one, apart and alone.
I, like a cry to God, rose, compounding the sin of being by desiring more, apart and alone.
The drop and cry fell and rose in perfect measure from their source, and the true story to tell is in their meeting. By the waters of this pool, joining and dissolving, reflecting and absorbing, Here now, at the center of the ripple, listen, Drink.