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There's a beauty in the ocean,
Like nothing else.
A deep feeling,
An echoing dark.
There's a feeling of foundation,
Like the marble columns of old.
A strength within the storm,
An arm refusing to strike back.
To the average person the ocean is nothing more than pretty water.
Yet to the very few, it's a home where one was lacked.
Rivers run like grief,
never pausing to remember—
the stones sink and wait.
Man 1d
They done killed the working man
And wrote an album about them,
Wiped out all them Cheddar heads-
Milk men's dead.
Somewhere a queen is weeping,
Somewhere a king has no wife;
Something called Neanderthalis
As another word for a human, a person.
These, members of my family as relatives,
Who are bonded to us in blood
Both in the veins of our hands
As much as they stain them.
But to that bond,
There is a responsibility to honor
And a duty to you entrusted.
That is,
The depth to it is much more than this
Lest you be the least of us.
In paying respect to those come before
And bringing up those now born,
In endeavoring to do more & be more.
Whatever facet, whatever role;
Be kind and civil,
Stand up to injustice.
Protect the weak
As an advocate made strong
By virtue & wisdom.
Turn on, tune in, turn up, awaken;
There is nothing wrong with your television set,
Have you checked the programming?
As timeless as infinity,
In the middle-ground between
Light and shadow -
Between science and superstition.
Through holes in canvases
Of freshly painted things,
Strange & otherworldly,
Aching to be discovered
And dying to be seen.
Availability of clean water
Is necessary for all of us
It's vital for human health
And, it's development.

Access to clean water
Is everyone's right
Either the live in a metropolitan city
Or in a small village in desert
Rich or poor the same.

This is the obligation of governments
To give clean water to everybody
Bottled water is expensive
Everyone can't buy and drink.

We ought to recall
Consistently a kid passes on
Because of water related malady
The majority of these youngsters
Belong to helpless nations.
The house at the corner of the street,
with its striking red and green windows,
stands out.

An old neem tree still stands tall.
A few years ago, the place was filled with plants and flowers,
and I even noticed butterflies fluttering around.
But now, all the plant life has dried up—
there’s no water to sustain them.
I'm drifting out to sea,  
Where the storms brew,  
At peace with the thunder,  
Entranced by the view.  

The lightning leads,  
As my eyes fixate—  
The violent storm  
Communicates.  

I can't hear your cries,  
I can't feel your pain,  
Blind to your attempts  
To save me again.  

The sea crashes,  
I’m dragged from the shore,  
Trapped and alone—  
To fight this harsh war.  

I'm lost in the storm  
That silences your plea.  
Don’t cry for me now…  
This fight is in me.  

By Darren Wall ©
Im not keen on my original poem. I've made changes in order to help it flow better.
Come said the woman,
To the statue who stood by the falls.
"Come great statue, come with me."
"For the falls are flooding and soon they will take you too."
The statue looked down upon the woman,
Then silently shook his head.
And though she pleaded for him to leave,
The statue remained, arms spread to embrace the flood.
"I will stay with this place through dawn and dusk. For there is nowhere else in the world that I can call home as long as it's memory lives in my head."
The snow melts,
Trickles onto the roads,
Freezes into ice,
Right at my shoes.

And the water rolling off the roofs,
Forms spiked icicles,
Falling from the ledges,
Stabs my arm.
"Inches of snow is better than a light layer of ice."
-The man who slipped on the sidewalk.
Jordin 7d
This is a story of Water
Of Puddles and Drops
Of Struggles and Flops

This is a story of Water
Of Rivers and Lakes
Of Mounds & Quakes

This is a story of Water
Of Water where None
Of Water where Sum

This is a story of Water
A Water where Thy
A Water where Why
The first thing to say about this poem is that there is a symmetry to the phases of my life.
The first stanza maps to A4 (18-20).
The second stanza maps to A5 (20-21).
The third stanza maps to A6 (21-22).
The fourth stanza maps to A7 (22-?).

While A1-A3 (0-18) were important in their own right, they were not that significant in terms of my inner/psychic/spiritual transformation.
It's in A4 that the inner journey really begins.

The next thing to say about this is there is a progression of water.
It begins with smaller bodies of water: "Puddles & Drops"
Transitioning to larger bodies of water: "Rivers & Lakes"
Finding its body of water limit with: "Water where None" & "Water where Sum" and finally transcending the limit with "Water where Thy" & "Water where Why"

(WARNING: DEEP DIVE AHEAD)

You see the symbol of water is quite a global symbol.
If we were to construct a kind of framework for fleshing out the symbol of water maybe a non-exhaustive representation would look something like this:


The Symbol of Water:
Water & Phases of Matter
Water & Life: Birthplace of Life
Water & Life: Bridge between Animate & Inanimate
Water & Life: Sustenance of Life
Water & Life: Body Composition
Water & Water Dynamics: Capacity to Flow
Water & Water Dynamics: Capacity to Crash
Water & Water Dynamics: Capacity to Erode mountains
Water & Water Dynamics: Capacity to Take shape of Container
Water & Water Depth: Bodies of Water
Water & Water Depth: Oceanic Layers
Water & Religion & Myth: The Bible: The Tohu Wa Bohu
Water & Religion & Myth: The Bible: The 4 Rivers of Eden
Water & Religion & Myth: The Bible: The Flood
Water & Religion & Myth: Babylonian: Tiamat
Water & Religion & Myth: Egyptian: Nu


Going into the concepts a little deeper:
The Generality of This:
In This is a Story of Water The Generality of this is both speaking to my own inner/psychic/spiritual journey as well as the general inner/psychic/spiritual journey that may apply to others & creation at large.

The Drops:
The use of Drops also has multiple meanings.
On the one hand, it speaks to the minimal unit or body of water.
On another, it speaks to creative drops of insight as it is A4 where the frequency of my creativity increased. Also given the falling connotations of drops, it is referencing the starting condition of inner water & the (biblical) fall.

The Struggles & Flops:
The use of Struggles & Flops also has multiple meanings.
On the one hand, it speaks to the common pattern of trying in life & not succeeding whilst speaking more personally to the burnout cycle which was prevalent in this part of my life as a consequence of trying to adhere to vows I had set for myself before the importance of flow was recognised & sufficiently cultivated.

The Rivers & Lakes:
The use of Rivers & Lakes also has multiple meanings.
More typically there is a juxtaposition of Rivers as running or flowing bodies of water & lakes as still bodies of water. Furthermore, both can be seen as intemediary bodies of waters.
Beyond Rivers and streams as a running and intermediary body of water, there is a further association within my internal symbolic landscape to Buddhism via streams & Theravada stages of enlightenment; of which it likens the stages of enlightenment in terms of relation to streams. The placement of Rivers in the second stanza is further significant given it is in A5 that I start to get rather deep in Buddhism & cultivate meditative flow.
Beyond Lakes as a still & intemediary body of water there is a further assosciation to this period of time before I was plunged in the wider psychic ocean as well as the psychic experiment that induced such a transition. I sometimes refer to this as Noyoga or Identitity Models and there is a visual assosciated with it.

The Mounds & Quakes:
The use of Mounds & Quakes here also has meanings.
For reasons that I won't get into here mountain symbolism is quite significant in terms of my overall journey through life. The use of mounds here in both its natural & artificial kind speaks to that. The latter part of A5 was highly disruptive due to a psychic experiment I underwent which led to a disintegration of my psyche & ultimately a Snap which marks the beginning of A6. So while Mounds more or less characterises most of this phase, Quakes characterise the back end giving way to something deeper.

The Water Where None:
The use of None here also has multiple meanings via the word void.
In one sense it speaks to my world being void of reality or out of touch with regular realistic reality and the corresponding psychic manifestations. Whilst on the other hand, in terms of being void of will & the egoic defences being overcome & subordinate to the contents of the psyche, where up untill that point i had been living a very top down willfull existence. As well as the natural connection of void & the void & the abyss.

The Water Where Sum:
The use of Sum here also has multiple meanings.
On the one hand, you could say it is a codename for the Ocean given the Ocean is the largest body of water. Before this stanza & the phase it corresponds to we have been dealing with drops, puddles, rivers, and lakes. Now we were plunged into the wider ocean. Perhaps one can make a Jungian comparison here and say that while before we were mostly dealing with the contents of the personal unconscious although not entirely, now we are confronted with the contents of the collective unconscious. There is a further use of Sum here and that is again a codename but this time to a specific transcendent experience I call the 11 days of Creation or 11 days of C which was my first full-blown manic experience & which was extremely fruitful from the perspective of the global idea & it's consolidation through modeling.

A Water Where Why:
The use of Why here also has multiple meanings:
On the one hand, it speaks to the highest principle.
Take the notion or encapsulation of who what when where why how.
A natural question to ask is which is the most fundamental of the bunch.
A reasonable candidate to that question might be why given its meta nature & its capacity to strip back the rest. Beyond this general why it also finds specificity in being a kind of justification for the pain & difficulty of the journey that has led up to this as well as perhaps if we can view it through the lens of enlightenment as the pinnacle of the path it represents the moment of sudden & final illumination or enlightenment which if related to my own journey perhaps speaks to the Rainbow Body experience which now is not the time to get into.

A Water Where Thy:
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Points of Structure:
The poem consists of 4 stanzas 3 lines apart.
That makes it a Quaternity—Trinity structure.
This is in contrast to Mother My Mother which is a Trinity—Quaternity structure consisting of 3 stanzas and 4 lines each.
If you count the lines redundantly there are only 12 lines.
If you count them in a non-redundant way there are only 9 lines.
Furthermore given the repetition of the line "This is a Story of Water" at the beginning of each Stanza this would classify this poem as having what I refer to as a Semi Sandwich structure.
The sequence of the number of lines is of course 3, 3, 3, 3.

Points of Synchronicity:
Much of the Poetic Canon begins in ER5.
If one could understand the psychic significance of Ego Relation 5 in relation to Ego Relation 4 they would realise the magnitude of this statement.
There are only 12 poems in the poetic canon that are written in Ego Relation 4.
This poem is the 11th poem and thus the 2nd last poem written in Ego Relation 4.
The numbers 11 & 12 are especially significant when considered in relation to a cycle.
11 can mean 12 & vice versa depending on the starting base number (0 or 1).
In addition to the poem's number count this poem happens 12 days before the Leviathan Dream Sequence & beginning of Ego Relation 5. It is not the time to go into detail here but once again 12 days before this event seems something worth mentioning given its relation to a full cycle. The contents of the Leviathan Dream Sequence very much consisted of water-based symbolism among many things; after all Leviathan is the Great Religious Mythical Beast of the Depths/Sea. If I am not mistaken this poem was in part response to reading Revelation 13 which is further broken down into sub-chapters The Beast Out of The Sea & The Beast of the Land. There is even more religious synchronicity given the day on which this poem arose was GOOD Friday. If one can make the connection between Christ & the Jungian SELF as well as expanding the Edward Edinger Diagrams of Ego Self Axis, one can very much see that Ego Relation 5 & The Edinger Diagram state that maps to it is very much a kind of crucifixion. One is pinned to the plane of the SELF or the cross of the SELF. Mobility is transformed as is will; for better or worse. Good Friday is of course the day Christ was crucified. Upon composing this poem I spontaneously retrospectively had the urge to listen to Kanye West / Ye's song Water. Thus there is a web of interrelated synchronicity here. Some prophetic, some in real-time, some retrospective.

Connection to The Wider Canon:
Theme: Water Poem
This poem is one of the first Water Theme Poems.
Specifically, it is the 4th.
The Water theme is one of the most prevalent themes that shows up in my canon.
Theme: Cracks of the Cracks
Theme: Ego Relations
Theme: Joseph Campbell Quote Mystic & Psychosis
It could be said this is also related to a later theme that shows up; a fixation & exploration of the Joseph Campbell Quote "The Psychotic drowns in the same water that the mystic swims".
Theme: The Big 3 C/See/Sea Trihomophone
Visual: The Story of Water

Song: The Ocean Beyond The Sea Societal S Grade
I had this rather exhilarating psychic experience when hearing the song The Ocean Beyond the Sea by Jon Foreman. It later became one of only 9 societal songs I classify as S grade.
We can easily see how this title is related to the poem by expanding out the song title like so: The Ocean Beyond The Sea Beyond The Lakes Beyond The Rivers Beyond The Puddles Beyond The Drops.
Song: Water Ye Societal
As mentioned above synchronistic connection to Ye's Water song.


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Blake Farley Jan 30
You're on to me.
This river comes from death.
I am not good at hiding things—
I am full of water.

The most I can do
Is to stay in my body.
It's so much, sometimes,
You know I ask the same of you.

My mind, the great bridge,
flapping fishes in my hands.
They love me,
but I can't control them.

Put them, put them
back
in the black
water.

I don't want anything more
than to gentle myself.
I'll not rage the last wave—
I'll breathe this through.

Do what you do.
Do what you do.

You're in the rushes now.
The pull is too strong.
Slowly, nature takes us all
Back to the salty ocean.
This is a poem about my father.
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