Water Poem Series: The Magic Of All Waters Poem by Marc Dhavernas

Every poem in this water series, is written in honor of Iain Trousdell and of the Healing Water Institute. To be used at their discretion.

I missed the beauty of the fungus that grew upon saggy tomatoes,
and the grace of gold dissolved by the immune system of water,
because I saw the curcuma petal wandering off with the eloping current of the rocky stream, in many shored Canada.
I missed the sway of the daffodils,
and the sensual flapping of a drunk hummingbird’s wings,
whose pea mind was dazzled with the life force of the waters,
it had drunk from the humming flowers in full bloom.
I missed the kissing of the wind, because of the monotonous tones of the pond,
that was speaking of relaxation techniques,
and love-sick poets writing of its virtues,
when all it wanted was to be pond-like and to be happy with its mediocrity.
I missed the charm of the Master of my secret brotherhood,
filled and made numerous by the feminity of my sisterhood,
because my mind was fixed and obsessed by a tadpole of light,
that was drifting in the vast inertness of the motherly waters,
at the very rims of my consciousness.

All poems about or concerning water are written in honor of Iain Trousdell and the Healing Water Institute.