W.A.T.E.R ( WHEN A THOUGHT ENTERS REASON)

Water washes all things entering reality, it is the universal solvent that caresses all forms of life. The purifying agent. The mirror of God, the still surface of the deep.
water has no enemy by its nature, it is neutral and can only respond to external perception. it serves and creates a reality based on the reaction of its perciever..The force of water can be beneficial in the case of its usage as a generator of power in hydroelectricity generation or catatrophic in the case of erosion or flood. The essence of water is the natural indication of the principle of duality in thought.. all thoughts by virtue of ideal are pure but through the process of reason becomes coloured by bias and personal perception. The world of ideas is the only pure and natural world where sincerity can exist, the abstract realm where the heavenly host lay in repose and perpertual bliss. when we apply daily into the realm of the mind to withdraw thoughts we stand at the stream of the subconscious..hoping to draw from the river of thoughts..we must come empty and though we invade the stream with our muddy feets, we can rest in the fact that like water if we seek only positive attributes from the stream we can hope to get clean and refreshed. we can wash our dirty linen and fill our containers with living water …we must be empty to be full! nobody goes to a stream to pour water, therefore we must not invade the realm of thought with reason but allow thoughts to fill us. we must sit humbly at the feet of the master..then can we see that all things are good to those who are good and like water we shall have no enemies…Peace.

I am nature’s muse
The vessel from which the word was made flesh
Before the prophets I bore the message.
through time I stood with eyes gazing forth
waiting for the season of abundance

I kept my vows
To stand with honour and virtue
Ploughing diligently the depths of my mind
Cultivating every piece of evidence
To unearth treasures mixed with logic

Sitting at the shores of the stream of consciousness
Arms stretched forth with eagerness
My thoughts drifting with chaotic abandonment
struggling against the tide of reason
I lost my anchor while sharks of doubt tore at my side.

While the young men take up arms in service
I wrestle with lofty ideals
breaking free from the vestiges of sentiments
I seek to lay all facts bare and naked
Even to the indignation of my peers.