Of consciousness
Losing its grip on my intention,
She
Caresses me
Beyond the deepest dream
With deliciousness
Too profound to mention….
She washes
And immerses:
My injuries heal with her attention;
With the water she moves and swirls,
She bends and curls
My mental and spiritual focus
To attain a new dimension….
For deep beneath the river of thought
Lies Katara’s healing caress, wrought
door the waterbender
Is she
Who becomes the wordbender
In me.
