I'm A Drop Of Dew

I wrote this poem in the context of the transience I understand the present experience to be. I have never found anything to remain permanently. All that exists will cease to exist. Show me one thing that is not like this.

Do you know of another reality? Can you imagine, something that never changes? Something that is the same all the time? If you can refer to something like that I want to know about it. (click on photograph for detail)

Consider Indra's Net when you look at the spiders web.


















Photographs and text Copyright 2010 by David H. Roche