The Yogi teachers often used simple pictures from Nature to convey the deepest truths, and one of their most beautiful is the story of the dew-drop. The image is familiar. Water rising, gathering, falling, and returning.

The ocean lies beneath the sun. Under the sun’s gentle power, a portion of the ocean rises as vapor, invisible and free. This vapor gathers into clouds, drifting across the world, and in time returns to earth as rain or dew. Streams and rivers form, winding their way across the land, until, sooner or later, every drop finds its way home again to the vast Mother Ocean.

To the eye, the dew-drop seems separate. It rests on a leaf, trembles in the morning light, and appears small and insignificant. But the Yogi reminds us that this separateness is only an appearance. The drop is never truly cut off from the ocean. Its very existence is governed by the ocean’s attraction, drawing it steadily back, no matter how long or winding the journey may be.

Human life is much the same. We see ourselves as isolated personalities, subject to accident, time, and change. We rise, fall, suffer, rejoice, and pass through many forms. But behind personality stands the “I”—the Real Self—which lives on, learning through each experience, just as the dew-drop passes through vapor, cloud, rain, and river.

What would it mean to live as the drop that knows its nature? Such a drop would not cling to the leaf, fearing the fall. It would not resist the heat that draws it upward, nor the gravity that pulls it down. It would recognize each state (vapor, rain, river) as simply another face of water, another phase of the journey home.

So too with you. When you remember your deeper nature, you stop clinging to this particular form, this temporary resting place. Loss becomes transformation. The end you fear is simply the return you’ve always been making.

This illustration falls short of the full truth, but it points us in the right direction. The Soul of Man is not a fragile drop destined to be lost. It is a conscious expression of Universal Life, rooted in the Absolute itself, and destined to awaken to its true nature.

The ocean does not lose the drop. The drop cannot be separated from the ocean. Not truly, not ever. To understand this is to see that nothing real can be lost, and everything painful is merely the forgetting of what you are. The journey home is not something you must accomplish. It is something already underway, has always been underway, and cannot be stopped.