Water Poem Series: Flashes Of The Watery Absolute 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.

The great human being spins and turns in the infertility of space,
the beautified orb of manifest God, of the blue tide knowing all knowledge,
coming to the “rapture with God” in the being of man: watching lifelessly.
The waters of the depth were sustained through the eons, like earthly fetuses,
the simple capsule of life on the edge of the endless darkness,
a paradisial marble of exquisite taste and culture,
and water being the memory of all time,
water even descends into the vapors of this realm of infinite capabilities,
the “sacred substance” seeing all and being all,
and hearing all since before the days,
when our species stood and harvested wheat,
and hacked flesh away from the bones.
The slow traveler through the dusts, and between the boulders of stone and gems,
has always been a kin and a faithful companion to the species,
clouds and streams of clear waters dripping into the abyss,
the patient fluid slides: into my cavernous mouth and down into the hallow of me,
like man with woman, the ocean of too numerous stars:
perched like ancient peacocks in the dark firmament,
perched like a dove in oblivion,
already eaten and digested as the cosmos fathered itself.
Water is the greatest of loyal servants, helping to grow us in the belly,
carrying away our refuse and hearing our sorrows like true friends,
we who waste too much from the breast of life,
too much of the mother’s milk is left to drip to waste,
by the ruinous greed of our ways,
that the breast collapses and promises arid-ness and famine,
even if there are two:
the greed is too strong for sustenance and for the grace of the earthly mother.

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