Jala. A Meditation.
You are the puddle,
I can see clearly into.
He is the droplet that lays beneath my chest.
As I lean to gaze deeper,
He splashes into you.
But I am not lost,
I am found.
The moon reflects off our curves and ripples,
Cooling. Loving. Creating.
We are the water cupped in the hands of children,
Passing over innocent lips.
Nourishing. Healing. Divine.
Let them be well, live well, love well.
Let them splash into each other,
And into He.
Ed: Lynn H.
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