how does it know to move
just enough to kiss the shore
then pull back like a lover
leaving you wanting always more
it speaks in whispers or wails
soft lullabies turn to roaring screams
depending on the pull of moons
depending on your place in time
it is both mother and monster
offering life with one hand
taking it back with the other
as if to teach us balance
whoever carved this world knew
what it meant to hold opposites
to lace chaos with calm so carefully
that we would call it beautiful
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The Tao speaks of the qualities of water being soft and yet able to cut stone taking any form difficult to hold, Hinduism has Kali with two faces the mother and the destroyer and so is water. Birth of all life and taker of it. A wonderful poem Gray
Thanks Soren I appreciate your feedback
You are most welcome Gray
Enjoyed this - captured the hypnotic character of water in it's many forms.
Water is really beautiful--it's always nature that amazes us, isn't it?
We often take its beauty for granted. Thanks for sharing your feedback
Mother and monster indeed. You have nicely captured something people often fail to see, understand. Life came from the sea.
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