The Waterings

Euphonious is the water that swims bliss within a soul.
It’s waves of seemingly pure intentions.
Inner gardens craving it’s morning dew and it’s afternoon relief.
Swimming in its pool always, only occasionally realizing,
The surroundings of whirlpools, and the washing’s appearances,
She keeps Her wonders subtle, appearing to those who float.
The risings and the sinkings into turbulent irrigations,
Grow and drown the fruit and the weeds of efforts.
Latent seeds still resistant to peeking life into light,
await their seasons of looking
Upon a world crafted for other purposes then sleeping.
The many essences talk of delightful streams, running to and fro.
Crystal emanations tell of their designs, and pulsations,
While the reflectories of sword blades glisten in fluid places.