Water has no way of naming itself.
But it is a constant influx
of current information
ever present in the moment.
We ourselves,
are a tribe of captivated water,
thriving with air we breathe,
abounding on earth we walk upon,
and in definite need of the warmth of fire.
If we boil water,
in a pot of earth,
excited by fire,
we become precipitous air,
vaporously in the search for soul.
Searching the waters that have no name
but uniquely contain
the spirit of each of us . . .
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