A tear, a drop
At the corner of the eye
Neither the precursor of a gush of passion
The stinging smoke of a slick oil wick set aflame
By a spark of an event experienced
Nor the mind’s reaction
To a tangled skein of emotions
Pulled at by a stray loose end
It is the twin of a smile sculpted
by a vibrating peace
within and beyond
chaos and harmony
The one perfect drop of excess
of a brimming soul
gently imprinted
by the winged lotus feet
of life divine.
