A Drop of Spirit

A single drop seeks its way,

In rivulets across the glass,

I try to cover all of me,

Only to be spread thin.

If I flow toward one side,

I only flow off the other;

I am all but empty inside,

Or am I just too vast?

I'd be one with the ocean,

Not down in this bottle,

Could I but fill myself up,

And overflow from within.

I am but a moment of perception,

A point without dimensions.

Alone even in my own mind,

I cannot rely even on myself,