I caught a drop of rain in my hand,
watching a universe course and traverse
the creases in my palm.
The weight of eternity bore down upon me,
a shouldered rucksack of forever
treasured in a speck of water.
How many worlds did I command?
How many lives lived with love, tragedy,
hope, ignorance, did I hold?
A Kabbala of truth written in the moisture,
the simple knowing that I did not know,
mystical, terrifying and incomprehensible.
As quickly as it had arrived it was gone,
absorbed by the existence that held it,
I the dark primal edge of the unknown.
That is when epiphany shook me to my very soul.
We all are worlds unto ourselves, raindrops to be
absorbed by the flowing waters in the Cusp of Creation.
Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour
Donald Harbour Poetry 
beautiful.
‘ the simple knowing that I did not know’–that is ‘it’, isn’t it?
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Someone saw heaven in a wildflower and you saw it in a raindrop.
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This is just gorgeous, Donald. Sumptuous. I don’t know what else to say!
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Wonderfully mystical sentiment here and you deliver it through finely observed detail, the best way to do it.
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“primal edge of unknown” wow
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