A love poem to water

I let myself be water
As I finally choose to see
That deep within the mysteries
Of life, I’m always free
I let myself be water
As my tendencies to hide
Are loosening as the swell of beauty
Rises through my peace of mind
I struggled with my water
Because I refused to see
That deep within the mysteries of the soul
I’m running free
Coursing through the fields of battle
Ever flowing rhyme,
Past such scenes of devastation
Guardians of time
I’d forgotten I was water
As I tried to be
Something that was static
Cast in stone amid the stream
In the dream of sanctuary
I’ve finally deigned to tell
Stories of the gratitude
That lift my heart to swell
With the water’s majesty
And with her sacred flow,
As I return to that which courses
Humble through the gloam
In gratitude I rise
Amid the water’s folky rhyme,
Its purity immerses my
Intention to divine
The fear that I had lived within,
Believed myself to be,
It’s thus released and handed to
The flow of perfect peace
The mysteries that engulfed my mind
And left me crooked, bowed,
Are now revealed in candour
As my heart finds its way home
The spaciousness, a watery grave
That’s separation’s tomb
Is waiting with her open arms
I flow into her womb
As I become the ocean
With such startling clarity
I recognise within myself
It’s all I’ve ever been