water water water

by Keiron Pratt
July 2024

Water, why do I not realise how you flow through my life, day after day. 
Water, why do I not fully recognise how you carve out the ways in which my life flows. 
Water, I bathe in you wherever I can; from snowy frozen mountain rivers to unexplained desert billabongs and of course the salty oceans that surround the many lands I find myself in. 
Water, I watch you dance slowly, rapidly, softly, forcefully and in your many ways of being.
Water, you bless our marriage from inception, to our wedding ceremony and to where we are now. 
Water, I find you hidden underground through my Dowsing rods and subtly in my very core. 
Water, we find ourselves following and circling you, unplanned, for weeks, for 10 000km’s in your Great Artesian Basin and Great Ephemeral Lake.
Water, I taste you when I shed a tear, along this journey of life.
Water, I receive your blessing and taste your saffron before receiving initiations.
Water, I stack stone on stone awaiting your presence when creating ponds.
Water, I smell your presence on dry soil when watering under full moon or full sun.
Water, I feel your presence when sitting… just sitting… to be with you my friend, for no other reason than that.

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Water, as I write this, I receive a tap on my shoulder, 
“Do you want to go to the river and swim and eat melon?” 
Well yes, yes I do.  For I have nothing left to say other than; Thankyou and please continue to bless life in the wonderful ways you do.