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| Written by Shawn Roske |
| Friday, 27 August 2010 00:00 |
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Water the wet, the great sea that is the rest of me, wherein the cold dark is found my deeper programming, what all keeps me from bliss, and my darling i lash out against sodden waves of desire, treading tempests of self-recrimination-- 
Photo: Jan Kuča
in the end peace comes with relaxation, and i float. Beloved denying force, the yielding resistance of boundless patience, her great bounty the source of all life, our trials to exercise our strength, and i feel her ever in the salt of my blood, forever pure-- in ignorance our pollution builds barriers to her loving nourishment, so i and my kin imagine our waste an attack on her, that beloved i taste your tears over our sad delusions. Water the source of divinity, grace of the universe, all and one, she is my muse, my heart, the flavour of life, and i bow in reverence to her majesty, the power of power-- beloved i belong to you.
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