Light glinting off the lapping waves entrances
the eye and draws my heart
into the tidal pull of feelings and urges,
surges of intuitive knowing that trickle and flood,
tears from the inner eye that
nourish the seeds of the soul.
The chalice cools to the liquid swirling within
and beads of moisture are drawn from the very air,
condensing into a tangible reminder that
we and water are one, inseparable.
We are walking water, in motion,
moving us along the river of life as though we carry
the weight of the ocean within our cells.
Lifting the cauldron of knowledge to my lips,
I drink in gratitude with each sip that eases
my parched spirit, nourishing the seeds planted within,
lending the molecules of life itself to my journey.
I submerge and merge within the liquid dream
of inner knowing, cupped within the lapping waves
as my hands cup the chalice,
honoring the flow of life.
A diamond spray of drops catches the light
and flows over my skin, seeping in,
transforming, shaping, molding, caressing
my emerging self,
taking on my shape and seeking my level.
Surging, flowing, cleansing, renewing
a hope for a cleaner connection to the
flow of the universal source of love,
holding open the doors of reception
with the implacably soft hands of steel
that scours canyons and strips away illusion,
revealing the essential spirit, cleansed.
~Flame RavenHawk
July 1, 2004