There is water above and water below
as it was in the beginning,
while I recharge, prismatic eyes still,
in their microcosmic universe
Silent, while songbirds give thanks
and playful energy teases, seeking
release
so I focus on amber surface reflection
from under, it fizzes and bubbles,
an effervescent spirit-level
Yogis call it bliss,
risen crown kundalini
Yet their vessel sadly lacks
living water from Yeshua,
Rising Messiah, eternal wellspring
I open my eyes,
find other eyes
Deep calls unto deep
as sounds of waterfalls
A daily feast of at-onement
