Water★
Water;
The symbol of the Woman
Purifying
Old words
Releasing
The unspoken
Clearing
Cleansing
The fractured;
Forgotten
Dancing with our emotions;
Like the magic of deep Oceans,
We create healing potions.
Taking our time
Divining
With what has been lost
Tracking
It in the great
Open.
Crying
For all the times we have been left
With no sense of respect
Poisoned
Not protected
We are affected.
And yet it is our time
Once more
Like the waves of the shore,
To become resurrected.
It is a time of surrender
Of a vast size,
Where we can let go and realise.
Internally we can be revived.
Slowly, purifying.
It is like a internal revolution,
Of a much deeper kind,
That goes into the Soul
Where we will Rise
It is our time to shine.
A place for dawning transformation,
Like a Butterfly;
Evolving
From a grub, to Love.
Where we feel blessed,
Again to be alive.
R