Pluvia

Gentle trinkets falling from the sky
Carry me to the storm that breeds your existence.
Defy reason with your design,
re-write history through a cry.

Adorn me gentle trinkets of the sky
Make me a child of the earth.
Tease me not with mathematics,
or the facts known as science.

Drench me in a song of truth,
and a lesson of our essence.
Empty me of any bias
and notion of my presence.

Trinkets of the sky...
Tell me of the nature of duality,
and the balance that exists alone within you.
The balance from which you come and to which you go.

Evaporate me with you while I slumber
Have me fall with you... on another.
Disintegrate human ego and pride
trinkets falling from the sky.