The human soul is like a raindrop
Born close to the heavens, then falls to earth
It becomes a part of the great river of the human race
And is swept along the path of life
Eventually it reaches the ocean of destiny
Where the Goddess holds Her sway over its movements
And the God places His warming hands upon it and makes it shine
There it floats, a single drop in the vast ocean
Individual, but part of the whole
Until time has its say and life is utterly spent
The droplet evaporates; returns to the clouds from whence it came
Into the embrace of the Goddess, who prepares it to fall once more.