Authored: October 25, 2019

It washes over you

It cleanses. It provides. It is needed for life on this planet.

What is it?

It harbours life. It is life giving and life taking.

It is refreshing and it rains down on you.

At arc light, I sat alone. The sun had done its dance across the sky and now darkness was falling upon almost still waters. The stars overhead. I closed my eyes. A visceral memory, invocations of lilac and serenades. We wanted Love. A love so beautiful that it would change the world around us. Wisdom as these empires burned. Churning in the sun, the Rubicon. I saw the lights reflect in the waters. Underneath the surface... something stirred.

What comes after trauma? Fragments, like a standing legion. An inner empire burnt to the grounds of my heart. The lightbringer and the dark angel. Coexist. In mutuality. In time we shall become stars.

And the waters, oh, the waters.... they will sheen under the first light of a rising sun. Cleansed.