Stirring

I stir the drink.

Heat and small grains

Rise to the top,

Only to slowly sink

Back down,

The weight of forgiveness

Bearing them gently.

I am a god

Who can choose

To change the world,

Or leave it alone

- Either well or not so well.

Each action an earthquake

Every motion a revolution,

I see the separation

Of surface and content

And I see they are made

Of the same such stuff

As dreams;

While reality is disappearing.

I am each and every grain;

I am the whole.

I am a cat, and a blade of grass,

A murderer and a saint:

There is nothing I am not

As I dissolve into nothing.

I drink the drink

And it is gone.