On Water ~ A Poem

Sweet flow-er

I have praised you since my inception
My first thought awakened in you
My first light came through your presence

Like the fish in the sea
I grew in the ocean of my mother
And you held me safe there
My tears remind me

You teach through your cycles of rising and falling and rising again
All things move this same way
A wave
In process
Coming in and returning away
Never ending

Remembering blood and spit and all the liquids of me
I attune to Water
Held in flesh
And call to Kin in chalice held

I give thanks for containment!
Even shifting shaman-brain doesn’t assuage fear
That I will disappear
Rise as vapor and never be seen again

I ask Water to teach me Grace
Ease of adapting, shaping and being shaped
I feel her (and she is ‘her’, perhaps for Mother)
Composed
Willing to be lifted

We disappear into all that is
With perfect aplomb
Sifting down into the smallest consciousness:
Solid
Liquid
Gas

Cell
Molecule

Still

Me