Raindrop that fell down from stormy cloud
Turns into vapour, comes back to its source,
As our soul fell from heights most profound
To pass through hell in this flesh on the Earth.
And our soul doesn’t fear probations,
So it hasn’t been the only to fall,
Here we go on the path of temptations,
Happy is soul hearing Unity call.
One drop reflects its dark cloud as whole
One “self” reflects Universe as itself,
If anything can be better when soul
Conscious here of its Supreme Self?
Raindrop
© Copyright: Ольга Крубер-Федорова, 2017
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