"Bless the Water"

Perfect. It just isn't true
Except: that it is
renew. Renew

You
and Me.
Sacred Water, too.
We carry.

Learnings. Experience. Remembrances.
Times of Joy
Some moments scary
Traumatic even
Secondary.

Our perfection shaped and added to
Covered over and subsumed
These patterns that shift us
Sometimes drift us
And mold us too
Into Who; into What
We are: Always. Becoming.

Sweet Constance. She lies beneath
And above
Throughout or within...
Beyond Space. Beyond Time.
Once too thick, then too thin.
Words can't express this deep surreal love

And Love
Is the key
Unlocking
and Blessing us back
Towards Free

Perfection. Complete.
It is no small feat

Lifetimes of concentric circular knowing
All the while, the Water keeps flowing

Bless Her. Bless Him.
Bless the Water, within.
Bless the frozen, the ice, the evaporated and congealed.
The transforming, the polluted, the boiling, the healed.
Bless All.

Love and gratitude.
We are what we Are.
Unconditional blessings upon You
Upon All
Through touch, vibration and song.
Intention, energy and Love!

Before too long...

Bless the Water!
Remember the heart songs.
The joy and the laughter
Within all along.

Bless the Water.
Love humanity.
Bless all Beings.
Embrace destiny.

Not this. Not that.
My essence can't be named...
And yet...
If I am anything concrete, grant me fluidity:
Name me Water!
Let me flow. Let me grow.
Clean and clear; sparkling and Here
And free always to Know:

Nothing. At all.