Cleansing

Rain falls, steady;
pandering, pattering,
cleansing what life
has left, the dust
and grains of being.
Leaf shines suddenly,
as if surprised,
that the residue
has been removed;
so used it had
become, to what
was, instead
of what might be.
How easily we do
forget, the original
Self, so ready are
we to accept the
dust and detritus,
which we have
gathered in dry
and unforgiving
days and nights.
Rain falls, steady;
pandering, pattering,
cleansing what life
has left, the dust
and grains of being.