Water Poem Series: The Charms Of Water 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 dripping sound of my whirlpool, descends down the waterfall of all of my emotion,
my reservoir of holistic touch, spoken through the waving of fingers,
and smoked with fumes of celestial cologne is most welcomed
in the banquet hall of the senses:
here in this place of ancient sacred-ness,
is where primordial man learned to intoxicate with sound,
and make pigments to inaugurate new arts to make us remember the coming of God and etheric goddesses,
robed in the light of infinite imaginations.
Through the info of the waters,
does the perfect substance and the vibs of nature seek unison,
and eventually unity within me,
forming arms in the shape of perfect circles,
becoming outstretched in vibrant colours,
and torrents of vast tipex erase the cliffs and the metals that prevent their fanciful choreography across the earthly scars,
and across the vast array of faceless boulders of thrilled dirt,
our sweet macrocosm of living thought of all that is Most beautified with
varieties.
The harmonic resonance of purified oneness is in the waters,
enveloping the babe and gorged down the canal ways of old folks,
into the brook I go, to shed my caterpillar skins,
the Lord commanding me to transform myself into a butterfly.


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