Strong and Weak

I recognize the strength it reveals to be truly weak.

~ At the moment that I dissolve into a puddle on the ground ~
~ I find that I am my strongest ~
~ For it is then, and only then ~
~ That I may be made into a new creation ~

~ In my fluid formless shape, I am flexible and malleable ~
~ I am the essence of life... water ~

~ Water does not apologize for its natural release ~
~ from the heavens as it falls upon the land ~

~ Just as I make no apologies for that which flows in release ~
~ down my face and upon my hands ~

~ I am honored to share in this sacred cleansing peace ~


~ Love... In even this... Love ~