Ode To Water


The “stream” remains a potent symbol. Its existence depends on rain and snow, fresh and innocent, carried from the mountain top to bring a new and continuous flow of virgin water entering again on a new journey of fertilization into life and manifestation. 

I wonder what the new story will bring if the one before speaks to the new? Or is it a blind passing in forgetting yesterday in today’s task, deeper and harder as it becomes removed from before? Then what does it remember in what it carries within on its new journey to the sea?

Death now holds all the enrichment of its previous journey, filtered out in the passive calm of swamp life, like an old man waiting for death to be carried into the sea—lost and drowned out in unimportance—then to vaporize and rise up again into the sky finding itself in a new cloud, drifting again in earth winds to return to the mountain top and begin again to venture as rain on a new journey, clean and cleared from the past. 

History’s raindrops fills the library of life in virgin minds. 

An ode to water. Watching Nova: the story of the giant planet in our sky, Jupiter, and finding no water, no life. Maybe once in icy satellites orbiting its violent sky. 

The Spaceman must find water if he is to survive. He is the nomad in the greatest desert in the sky, without life. 

Is this giant also seeking the wet and warm embrace of water? Boiled away or frozen, the dream lost in the missing liquid that sustains life’s meaning?  Frozen or gone, needing water’s breath in liquid existence beyond which organic life cannot exist.  

Sacred has a new meaning in the narrow zone of life’s wet existence.

I wonder what would come into living if all the cosmos existed in the embrace of wet?

Nothing would exist without fire too, in the same way that life would not exist without water. Matter is born of fire and energy without the need of the warmth of love that water brings. Fire is a stranger to life and yet like water, is at the core of matter’s existence. Another “iron-y” of organic conception. 

No wonder the mystic mind invented “God”.