Ooooh-la-la: Katara!
Why do I want you so?
If you are my friend,
Why do you make me dream no end?
If you are my teacher,
Why do I see you as my peach—err …
If you are my sifu,
Why does my heart race for you?
If you are a couple of years older,
Why does my passion smoulder
Inside me—
Drive me krazy?
Why, why, why, Katara?
What kind of Avatar
Am I, I, I, Katara?
If you are but a waterbender,
Why does my heart feel so tender,
As if you bent it with your eyes,
Your touch, your kiss?
When will you realize
That I feel such painful bliss
For you, the one I miss,
Even if you stepped away like this
Every second, every hour,
I wish you would shower
Me with your affection,
‘Cos yours is my undivided attention!
Drop dead, Aang!
In the wind again;
I would be shivering,
If not for the warmth of her gaze, but then
I wonder if I’m stirring up the air again
With the wrath
Of a thousand generations
Passing torrentially through me,
Electrifying the path
Of a million neural ramifications
Reverberating in my tiny body
That she unflinchingly
Gently, lovingly
Holds together,
Letting me not fall apart,
With her eyes, tenderly
As the bender she
Is, healing me
With her water
Wearing away patiently
The obstacles in my heart
Breaking my chains asunder….
Her cheeks are blushing
With the warmth of her love again;
Soothing me from the crushing
Pain of self-reproach,
From seeing myself an entity
That none would dare approach;
Intertwining our destiny.
Her gaze melts into tears
To wash away my fears,
Splitting rocks apart
Making clay from stone,
Dissolving it to tears of my own
To free my buried heart.
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That she bends;
She becomes the power
That she sends;
She becomes the healing that mends;
She becomes the lover that tends;
She becomes the tenderness that she shields;
She becomes the weapon that she wields.
She becomes the blood that flows
Through me as our love grows;
She would not bend it
But would defend it,
As though her own depends on it….
She is the dancer who becomes the dance;
She is the spell who becomes the trance;
She is the sifu who becomes the way;
She is the daylight who becomes the day;
She is the shower
Who becomes the rain;
She is the flower
That soothes my pain;
She is the artist who becomes the art;
And of me she has become a part--
So inseparable;
So dependable
Is she who has blossomed in my heart.
Bending words as she bends water;
Yet no words carry, nor mean whatever;
In her embrace none else does matter….
She calms my storm and holds me near;
She does not run away in fear,
Despite this tornado in me,
Accepts, encloses me completely,
Until the rage at last subsides;
Within her heart my soul resides.
From Devil’s grip, she sets me free.
I meet her in my Inner Room; then,
Smiling gently, blushing sweetly,
She embraces me all over again.
Princess Yue (version by megoomba) adopts wordbender as moonbunny
Of consciousness
Losing its grip on my intention,
She
Caresses me
Beyond the deepest dream
With deliciousness
Too profound to mention….
She washes
And immerses:
My injuries heal with her attention;
With the water she moves and swirls,
She bends and curls
My mental and spiritual focus
To attain a new dimension….
For deep beneath the river of thought
Lies Katara’s healing caress, wrought
By the waterbender
Is she
Who becomes the wordbender
In me.
I am weightless as a dove
In an airbender’s wake;
My very soul does shake,
Tremble,
Disassemble
As molecules of life
Reassemble
From the ashes of old strife,
Cradled as in Mother’s womb,
Yet freed from death’s icy tomb;
As I am drawn into Katara’s kiss,
As if drinking crystal water, bliss-
Ful, after a century of thirst
Unquenched; the first
Drop alone sufficient for my being to burst
Forth to the fullest,
In the fullness of her embrace,
Transcending Time and Space…
So deep within the mantle of Avatar
Springs the life-giving water of Katara.
Her eyes as bright as the moon that lifts the tide
Like a dance partner
From whom I cannot hide….
She lifts my spirit
To disinhibit
That landlocked part of me
That’s longing to be free…
She flows within me:
Be it little stream meandering
And branching, permeating
Every corner of my soul;
Or waterfall quaking and crashing,
Ever-gently breaking and smashing
Every chain around my heart she stole…
She mends every hole
The battle doth impale in me,
Except the one that Cupid’s dart
Made her a part
Of me; her loving hands repair
All that is frail in me;
Completing me,
Reviving me,
Who knows no greater care….
For Destiny is never done
Even by the so-called “One”;
The Journey incomplete
When he is all alone;
An entity unreplete
When he is on his own….
For without my sweet Katara,
I am just another avatar.
In order to begin this “Verse”
We first set Time in reverse,
To the focal point of the Multiverse
To see beyond this universe…
Before the primordial transmutation
Of energy and matter in fusion
Was the birth of unfolding dimension
Where forces existed in unification…
By a Word from Creator spoken,
Time was born and symmetry broken,
Till eons later, when consciousness woken
To sentience, became a human token…
Like the crack of a wave upon the beach
Two parallel universes kissed
When within each other’s narrow reach
Of what would have been missed
For yet another eternity…
A singularity in endless expansion;
A universe in tireless evolution
At the expense of its Source in involution,
Complexifying with each revolution
And revolving in every complexity….
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My name is Katara,
Girlfriend of the Avatar.
I hail from Southern Water,
Where I am the last bender….
If you think the Avatars master
Each element after the other,
I wouldn’t say you’re wrong;
But wouldn’t you listen to my song?
The four elements are the same—
Their separateness an illusion—
So the true name of the game
Is transmutation, not manipulation….
Where avatars past worked hard to tame
All four elements, or burn in shame,
My Avatar Aang is here to stun
By blending all elements into one—
He integrates the elements
Into a Singularity,
Like lemur-bats and Koi-elephants
Despite their diversity….
For everything is connected;
For that he’s well respected:
To see beyond deception
Is to master integration;
For is there any other solution
To avert impending devastation
Without much training or meditation
But only a few months’ desperation?
The water of gravity;
The earth of the strong
Force; the fire of electricity;
And the air of the weak belong
Together in the perfect symmetry
Of n-dimensional reality,
Where all indeed become the same,
Within one picture of extended frame;
Before that primordial kiss gave birth
To fire, water, air and earth…
So all of wisdom, bold and meek,
To unify all forces they do seek:
Amongst whom, the rarely gifted,
Into otherworldly state have shifted,
Caught glimpses of multidimensional reality
And constructed the fabric of string theory.
