Water

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Water

Paris, February 21st, 2005

Last year, Life gave me an incredible gift.

I spent two weeks on the Stockholm Baltic sea-side

And my body suddenly relaxed

I was back

In the womb

Water was all dizzy

Such a long fall and nothing to really soften the fall.

Water was now on the soil

It was nice that Water was not alone

But inside remained the longing back to Cloud

The warmth, the freedom, the moving up and down

The discovery of new worlds, of new links

Cloud had been so nice

Water did not quite understand why Cloud had wanted them to leave

Water did understand that they had become too many

That there had been too many fights

That Cloud always had to fight off other Clouds

That Cloud that day could not hold them in her arms

And they had fallen on Earth

Water was all dizzy

She looked around her,

Seeing more Water falling

More Water splashing on the Ground

Water was feeling really lonely now that there was nothing to protect it

Water felt other Water tugging at it

Wanting to join it

It was not quite like Cloud,

But it was better than being alone

Water joined other Water

And they grew

They joined forces when they found out

That Soil wanted to swallow them

Some could not resist

And fell deep down the cavernous

Unknown

Never knowing that this fall

Was the way back to light and air

And back to Cloud

Water was getting bigger

Too bid to stay in that shallow pool

Water looked over the rim

Saw that a valley was available

Where water could shelter

And protect itself against sun and drought;

Water climbed carefully over the edge

Started rolling down the slope

Being careful not to let itself

Get caught into a precipitous fall

Meandering a bit left, a bit right

Sometimes even getting back

To find a better path.

Water came to the bottom of the valley

Joined by so many other waters

They had to fight for space

Even in that large valley there would never

Be enough space for all of them

Water stated looking for a passage to safety

Rocks were barring most of the edges,

Water felt trapped

Water felt angered

Why would these rocks

Who had no compassion

Want to interfere in their safety

Water waited and waited

Water was joined by so many others

All looking for a way to escape the trap

They were so many

That rock

That had seemed so huge, so threatening

Became smaller and smaller,

Soon not bigger than a stone

One day rock was not even a memory

It was nothing

And water could pass and look for life.

Water was rolling down a smooth valley

Peace, quite, safety

Just a small ripple to great the wind

A wavelet to acknowledge the passing trees

Water was confident

The trip would be comfortable

Bringing them to the Beginning

Something was not feeling right

Everything looked right

But from under Water

Came that feeling that the flow had lost its bottom

Water was looking

Seeing nothing unusual

But something was pulling water

Pulling it down and down

Water felt the force take them

Push them, drag them

Rocks were ahead of them

None seemed to car, to know what to do

Water was slung against pointed jagged rocks

Exploding into crystals

Crystals exploding into mist

The force became too strong to resist

Water was rushed into some feared unknown

Nothing could be seen

But the Force dragging them forward, downward

Water suddenly felt

The World collapsing

There was no longer over and under

There was no peace and purpose

Water was thrown into

A mad fall

Without any purpose

Whose only purpose was

Destruction

Water awoke

Scarred, twisted, frightened

But Water was alive

They had been so many

They were so many

But not the same many.

Water had lost

Something in that fall

Water had no longing anymore

Water meandered here and there

Making friends with those of under

Making friends with those of above

No really caring

Water had no longing

But now they were so many others

Joining Water in that long trip

Maggie Baert-Bajet, 2004

In a way they all knew

What was going to happen

Some were happy

Some did not care

Some were frightened.

Some stayed on the way

Meandering too far away

Along flat deceivious plains

Losing there way back into sombre clouds

They were regretted

The time of a rain

And forgotten

Drowned in the tears of memory

It happened so smoothly

One day, Water did not taste the same

The taste of accumulating tears

Was getting stronger and stronger

Until Water did not know

If it was Water or Tears

It happened so smoothly

Water was feeling the tender caring

The lulling of its tenderness

By tender rocking

Swelling and calming

Water was back

It could give up

Now was time to be

In the womb of

Ocean

There is no such word as deceivious

Now there is.