i step into the water cold tingling my toes ankles the backsides of my knees swirling all around submerged with the water i run twisting and turning wind like through wild summer prairies and snow-steeped tundra in winter i run falling and flowing light like through slot canyons gorges and ravines i run with the water i run cascading and streaming over and down ever onwards out ahead and forwards i run i run to the ocean to the magical ocean of my dreams
~a short meditation on water, one~
When you go to the water—be it river, lake, pond, pool or puddle, or the ocean—do you not wonder what world is there, underneath that surface? Surely it has its own ongoings, and a deep story on the other side of seen. Behind these eyes, beyond these body-bound perceptions, what emerges? Can I just be, the water? All fluid, swirling, and free?
skin the surface skin of water is its own song of an unseen underwater world where together with my love we dream we dream and we dance this heartbroken this wounded and oh so weary, world anew
Michiru Adrienne 