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The Water's Basin
There is a shining crystal, clear like glass, with many facets
Light plays through it with a whimsical dance, releasing prisms with light induced passion
These tiny reflections speak of something deep and numinous
Of sevens and undulations from the water's basin
The basin of the souls, where they issue true birth
Rowing through the waters that precede sky and earth
To reach you.
Specifically.
And seven is the language that they use to find thee
And even though you've long since forgotten how to speak it
You smile as tiny rainbows stream across your body and the place you stand in
This sight's not only familiar to you,
but far, far from random.
Light plays through it with a whimsical dance, releasing prisms with light induced passion
These tiny reflections speak of something deep and numinous
Of sevens and undulations from the water's basin
The basin of the souls, where they issue true birth
Rowing through the waters that precede sky and earth
To reach you.
Specifically.
And seven is the language that they use to find thee
And even though you've long since forgotten how to speak it
You smile as tiny rainbows stream across your body and the place you stand in
This sight's not only familiar to you,
but far, far from random.
Published 17th Jan 2016
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