water

A 21st century poet is a woman who can speak her mind and stand upright like a mountain with her convictions, but can adapt like water in an ever changing season without losing her genuine elements.

There is a waterfall in every dream. Cool and crystal clear, it falls gently on the sleeper, cleansing the mind and soothing the soul.

Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless, like water. Be water, my friend.

There are always waves on the water. Sometimes they are big, sometimes they are small, and sometimes they are almost imperceptible. The water__ waves are churned up by the winds, which come and go and vary in direction and intensity, just as do the winds of stress and change in our lives, which stir up the waves in our minds.

In a swamp, as in meditation, you begin to glimpse how elusive, how inherently insubstantial, how fleeting our thoughts are, our identities. There is magic in this moist world, in how the mind lets go, slips into sleepy water, circles and nuzzles the banks of palmetto and wild iris, how it seeps across dreams, smears them into the upright world, rots the wood of treasure chests, welcomes the body home.

You didn__ just accidentally win my favor,_ I dispute, slowly shaking myforehead against his. __ou earned it. Now, if I can just save your life twenty or thirty more times_We might actually be able to call it even.

Only living water satisfy the thirsty soul.

If ours souls are thirsty, we can draw freely, livng water from the well of salvation.

My spirit thirst for the living water.

Sleeping AtlantisSilent cool watersdancing upon her skin ~silent cool waterushering dreams within...

The River SwishDeftly maneuvered through the dark green abyss ~The wooden raft seemed in tune with this ~Canorous rush of theriver swish....

Fair enough_No inhaling battery acid,_ I smirk. __e can__ breathe batteryacid, can we?

I opened my eyes and watched the water stream past me. I let out some of my air and gazed at the cascade of silver bubbles dancing up to the surface.

I stood at the grassy edge and tentatively dipped my toe into the water. I watched the ripple spread and break the perfect reflection before composing itself. The ripple then rushed towards a mass of rocks to one side.

my dear,we are all made of water. it's okay to rage. sometimes it's okay to rest. to recede.

When the thing that your heart strongly loves to do is the thing world hungers and thirsts to see done, then that's what you were called to do. You must never leave it undone!

I want to towel off, leave my heart on this beach and walk the sand into a lake of stars, while never looking back.

Her heart felt too full, a dry creek bed ill-prepared for such rain.