Today I want to be a water flower. Rooted deep through all waters. Allowing all tears, all sadness, all feelings to wrap around me and nourish me. But I will never be waterlogged. The slime and mud, dead leaves and silt, memories and useless future frantacies feed me.
All the shadow always fuels me, cools me, is my shade. I can slurp it up and let go that which does not serve me.
On top of the pond of this day, I am the lily in the cool of the willow tree. My petals listen to droplets glistening in the morning sun. I am that I am that I am that I Am.