The lake 2

The source of all

When I saw you in the middle distance
you were unrushed alive and smiling.
I waved hello separate healing souls
in a gently enfolding landscape
Our paths grew closer and in time
they crossed and we rested
leaning touching against rocks,
like good memories retaining the heat of the day
long after the diminishing of the last sun's ray

Trees were scattered providing shelter
along the path away from angry heat
All paths leading to the visible and open tranquil lake.
A beautiful timeless journey
we walk slowly feeling each encouraging step
discovering the wonder of the land
ultimately strolling hand in hand.

We paused to linger in this new joy
by a stream bubbling overflowing from the lake.
I carefully washed your feet and hands
you cupped them then and we shared a drink
you splashed me in play causing ripples of laughter
water sacred touching us both a quenching link
a turning point of things to come on our journey to the lake
Trickling gurgling the stream slides past
refreshing through the land into the soil
for the lake replenishes - nourishing
plants trees and animals.
It feeds their souls’ joyful light

We feel our goal more clearly now as we continue on
Delighting in every moment
every creative open flower and bird song.
Reaching the shore line of the water it was
inviting blood warm and encouraging us in
But first we sit awhile refreshing
the shared moment by the stream

Now we cast off our clothes and cares
Naked and exposed we dive in
Swimming splashing submerging deep
Ripples on the surface now of the
once still and smooth lake
ripples from us we are the source
spreading along the lake shore
of the source the lake that is love.
The water holds us and is shared
impartial and equal for us both
Flowing supporting giving us energy and life

Distant dark cliffs flank the far shore
A melancholic cascade of tears form waterfalls
from the dark rock face,
tears of love missed replenishing the source.
A sadness hangs over that cold distant place

We look upon the cliff no more
turning our faces to the sun
Bodies and hearts healing and growing
from baptism in the lake
The future beckons with young laughter heard close by
on a branch of the stream as new beginnings start.
We hold in our soul the path to the lake knowing
times in the future its shared support will be sought
to refresh us and help us grow and merge as one