You are all the water in the world. The petrol-glossed puddle and the trickling stream so slowly tracing even the hardest rocks to its will. You are the gentle raindrop and a tempest’s blind destruction. You are the muddy creek with its tick-tock tide, and you are the widest ocean rocking-whole under the light of the moon that regards every creature great and small. You are all of it. You are all the water in the world. In its endless context, be it body, clouds, sea, or blood shed. Consider only this of your being, a sum of all parts so magnificent it defies thought, drowning those that dare ask of us to be but a lake to their island. We are all the water in the world. In all its paradox, in all entirety. Both gentle and mighty in our infinity.
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Gorgeous, on all counts.
Beautiful photograph. Sensitive writing as usual.