water is to me energy

Water is to me energy;

rushes like molten lava - ready to ignite life;

sustain life

Water is to me energy;

capillaries that flourish the third rock from the Sun;

intertwining Her surface;

webbed with unchanging force;  lyrical in motion

Water is to me energy;

from depths of Her core; hear Her roar;

anticipating her spring;; non comprehensible beams of radiance She brings

Water is to me energy;

feel the force from mountain peaks of sleet and snow;

down low to meanders of sweet serenading streams-caressing Earth's mound's

cycles of constant change in flow

Water is to me energy;

derived from self;

untainted forms presented as many states of being

Water is to me energy;

induced: desired emotions in subtle notions from one state to the next.

Water is to me energy;

like ice meeting fire; so a thirst is quenched;

melted is the soul of the drinker into sweet drops of ... mmmmmm

Water is to me energy;

sweet lyrical tunes of mmmmm hmmmm

yes please ... 

more ... 

lets float ... 

synergy ...

Water is to me - energy...

Dear Water ...

Dear Water,

You're my first interaction; my first intimate connection... In my hair - root-to-tip, soaking, seeping, drenching. All the way down my crinkle-cute, bumpy, curvy, asymmetric body.  Every day without fear and scorn, you are there - expected.  Freshly coated by your drops - sheilded; protected for the day that lay ahead.  Old layers of days before peeled; washed away. And again - back daily to repeat the cleansing ritual.  You're with me on my darkest days; incoherent storms to remind me of the darkness; to reflect and always without fail - a rainbow expected.... to celebrate You. With me in sunshine; keep me cool on hot days; patiently; ever-ready in stream, lakes, rivers and ocean.  So familiar, like family, like a sistah, you flow with me... and together - we are.

Thank you Water, for unwavering content, to return and to spend my days with me.

With Love

LadyBug

... water is to me ...

Water is to me purity;

selfless acts in hidden unstaining vows - promises of new life.

from yonder; many traveled avenues to arrive and surrender humbly,

upon bare flesh of the keeper of a tainted soul.

Water is to me purity;

a purest nature,

so ready to conform for the purposes of the unlawful inhabitants of Mother Earth.

Water is to me purity;

a transformer taken for granted;

a willing, self-given sacrifice for the well-being of these non-beings that cosume, consume consume!

Water is to me purity;

each drop unique; forms taken on in instants;

sacrificed in cleansing rituals of each vessel home to contaminated, broken beings.

So willingly each flow falls flawlesly over stubborn heads... anxed shoulders... closed hearts... pumped fists...

and feet so stead-fast in ideals of what is.

But through the cracked soles of feet; so the essence of purity is lost.

Water to me is purity;

a freedom ticket to become the flow

to embrace the inevitable momemtary, primary source to the new; fresh everlasting.

Water is to me purity;

time and time again;

more and more;

she returns selflessly to second-third-fourth-chance

the crukard stalks in offering of new direction.

Water is to me purity;

mission to cleanse; to amend no matter what the bend.

Lets dance with each drop; and cherish her stop.

Her cure is to make pure...