THE WAY OF WATER

If you must worship something, how about water? But don’t put it on a pedestal, it’ll just run off. ~

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We are one-with a water planet and water is the boss. Not that it has the slightest intention of being so, rather it supports all things. Therefore worthy of greatest reverence.

Being memory incarnate, water embodies wisdom of experience and demonstrates naturally that when you’re on top, your downfall follows as the natural order of things. Just ask any waterfall or dead tyrant and you’ll get corroboration that transcends words.

As Niagara falls knowing no resistance, surrendered solely to gravity and its own nature, manifesting immense power effortlessly. Solace for the lowly, the safest place is below, from where life springs and on which all edifices depend for their existence.

The solution to the illusion of being a body foreign to the planet, is water. Both human and planetary body alike are composed of 65 to 71 percent water, the sacred living element of memory, wisdom, and feeling.

Water is liquid life. We are born from uterine water, we drink water to sustain and remain alive, we depend on water to grow food, as well as to prepare it. Our body too is a planetary body, sustaining within the body of the earth with her voluminous body of water.

Yet we forget, and let those who feel foreign to the source of all life, pollute the land, the sea, the rivers, the air and ourselves, as one-with water in common, flowing within and through all.

Blinded by, and under what spell, aiding and abetting, who can tell, what kind of creature poisons its own well? Or, since profit is the illusion, poisoning the wellbeing of the whole. The sanctity of the source itself. Such a one should take a water course.

So, with deep gravity of intent, and beyond mere lame lament, i concentrate this force, being as one-with the source, and never was apart, invoking it through art.

As is now known, the voice, in sound syllables of choice, resonates the solution, heals water of pollution.

Spoken from the heart, and crystalized as art, i do dispel the spell, decree the water well. So saying, hear the sound, fierce gale blows all around. Intent sent in the aether, an answer in the weather, we heal the whole together.

It really is some storm, heard inside where it’s warm, but this is no mere prayer, rains arrows through the air, roaring round the roof, blows flames within the hearth.

It’s just a way to start, when needing inspiration, a warm-up to the art, of improvised creation. From searching for a clue, to knowing what to do, and follow where it goes, the way that water flows.

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Martin Rainbowmaker.