What the Raindrop Said

I am more than this whirl of dust. I am more than this stream of breath. I am more than this rattle of words in the skull, called my mind. What am I?

I am listening
     to a raindrop
         falling on an alder leaf
             at dawn.               

And I hear the silence who listens. And in the silence, I hear the voice of the raindrop. "You are like me, a bead of perishing. Yet as you perish, you reflect the sky, and contain the sun, with all the stars."

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