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.
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.
