God to me, is like water,
Taking the shape of the container.
Sustaining the spirituality of its vessel.
But for each, in a unique way.
Rigidity is not its attribute,
Water is holy, not holier than thou.
Water flexes muscles to make me elastic,
Flows my soul to destinations
That the journey was never about.
Challenging, ‘climb up to my level,
Every ripple on your soul is accepted
It won’t disturb my depths.’
Two thirds of earth is water
Two thirds of the human body is water
We are reservoirs of fluid notions
Everything is mutable.
Water makes us flow.
Evanescent hues. muddy banks
Of bracken, abandoned for crystal
Cascading waterfalls of abandon,
Oily blue black vellum of mystery at dusk
Turn shell pink silken peaches as morning breaks.
Water allows change.
Still burning silver mirror at midday
Grows softly blue, glossier as day recedes
Surrendering to crimson revolution reflecting
Burnt orange dew. Locks of fire
Flicker from its sinuous serpentine belly
Water the chameleon, douses flames
But also showcases them.
At dusk it drapes emerald hues
In glittery charcoal black
Sassy primordial diva of the night.
Water captures and captivates light,
Holds a spectrum, rain and rainbow,
Joy and sorrow, waves of every ilk.
Water is resilient, unbreakable, integral to life.
Offerings of strength and solace.
My chalice still full, though thirst quenched,
Merciful bountiful as a mother.
For wasn’t nascent life
Nurtured in oceanic beds?
A rowboat, bobs upon the waves
From another time, the last hurrah of Viking pyre
Carries a dead warrior over Lethe to Valhalla
Water resurrects, resuscitates.
~ Amrita Valan