How do I put my obsession into words?
No, not even obsession.
It’s spiritual to me.
Romantic and epic.
I can wax poetic of water:
its natural curve of a cycle;
the careful spirals of eddies propelling off of swimmers;
the dynamic ebbs and flows of its mood;
its ritual dance with the moon.
How without it we cannot exist.
That water itself made us learn to move before we could breathe.
Within it we become all and nothing.
Between the patterns of numbers,
mosaics of compositions,
there is still an eternal womb connecting the depths of the ocean
to the hidden mounds of earth,
accepting life back into fiery magma,
only to bring back life renewed
in a violent, loud climax
that only Earth has seemed to master.
Water is everything.
Much like I see music as an eternal thread of air,
linking all of life, sound and physics into one single theory,
water is just as integral and beautiful.
Within blessed liquid lies the truth to all of creation
and of life eternal.