Water sustains
always remains
as man drinks and dies.
Through water mind thoughts do fly.
Through water we are brothers.

Sisterlover, Waterbrother;
My Faith, I drink deep to you.
In all the waters there are few
Fish who swim my sea.

Through water man can be free;
Careful not to drown in love
But to fly careless like the purest dove.
Waterbrother, sisterlover, you are my repose,
Slowly now let’s grow close, never to enter prose.

Water growing
Forever strong
Through the crevices of time.
Man’s apple eyes going
From the superstitious wrong;
Again a man’s mind spiced with rhyme.
Trickle down beloved flower…
The trees, the sky, the growing Faith;
Everything slowing, nothing sour.
With prophet words Nature’s safe.
Love of God, Nature too,
Water’s kind to all not few.

Stronger than all man’s ordinances,
Purest water makes all Love’s trances.