Fusion whisper

The first eye can see the rain fusioned
In a compassionate dance with the Earth
The first ear can hear the rhythm of this fusion whisper.

The second eye can see the rain drops
Pouring passionately from the childhood’s sky
Full of white elephants.

The last ear perceives the misterious cadenza of the rain
The third eye remembers
A bell from Tibet.

The bell rings like a laugh
By a first rainbow
Seen by the second eye.

From the whisper of the Chinese drop
The third humble eye created
A meditation with the sound of the bell from Tibet.