A good poem. Capture my feeling yesterday as we went road trippin and view some of peaceful lakes in the Eastern Sierras.
The way it assumes the shape of its host;
the honesty of its transparency.
I love the patience of water.
The constant ebb and flow of the tide;
the constancy of its breath.
I love the strength of water.
The ability to erode and wear-away;
over time or in an instant of dramatic fury.
I love the freedom of water.
The ability to accommodate resistance;
to negotiate; to seek a better way.
I love the loyalty of water.
The capillary action that leaves no drop behind;
the community it creates in its inseparability.
I love the spirituality of water.
The protuberance of spirit;
the abundance of life force.
I love the forgiving properties of water.
Its ability to cleanse the past
and renew the future.
I love the beauty of water.
The radiance mirrored in its reflection;
the depth and breath of its mystery.
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