There's 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 reflections
from under, they fizz tiny bubbles
an effervescent Spirit-level

Yogis know it as bliss
risen crown kundalini
Their vessel sadly lacks
living water from Yeshua
our 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