... 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...