Satori

Onward drips the heavy rounded beads of days, gravity pulling the weight of each contained drop downward into a sort of mini-river of memory, with the past being that gathered pool underneath the river's waterfall. A defined, calculated slice of the passage of this constant current is a day--a 24-hour period in which the earth circles a full rotation inside of its greater orbit of the sun. One day is a circular completion of each given water drop: specific in its fluid edges which separate this encapsulement from the greater water source, the drop is now pulled into a motion after a maturation of density bearing a gravitational descent; yet this individual drop forms a particular shape pattern, colored by reflected light, and expresses unique soundwaves generated upon impact with the greater flow of the mini-river of memory. Even enveloped into the splashed conformity of formless, flowing days past, amid swirling inclusion of the ever-flowing stream of events, a recalled memory can find and identify a completed drop once immersed into the collective liquid. The mini-river gains force and widens as it degenerates over a pitched edge, cascading airly and sprayed into splintered projections onto a general pool of all the created drops, which slowly ebbs and flows and pulses and reflects...until a final drop shatters the calm surface, breathing outward a concluding reverberation.