A Matter of Seaing and Being

The mass joining of all the arrangements of molecules in a culminating cluster
In Time,
In the Physical,
As

One movement propelling forward in a chaotic shuffling order

Linear and erradict
Leaders in the movement, shuffling to the front and to the back,

For

It matters not.
All in this flux will participate in reaching the furthest stretches across the granular materially littered shores, emanations and reflections in opposition to their liquid form.

Sands look up and see their long lost selves in immaterial form.

Some Jump to rejoice in the reunion with their other halves, in the process being swept away and pulled back into the familiar space of the flowing void.

Others barely hold their ground wishing their friends and neigbours well in their pursuits.

Some molecules that managed to stretched beyond the furthest of the few before them became lost and seperated from the collective motion and remained with the form.
Dissolving completely and settling in the space between.

Others turn back, grabbing pieces along the way,
Returning to their places in the vast openness of the sea,
Where they will live and await another chance at another time when again they will go in pursuit,

Some will descend into the depths, destined to spend moments of countless reflection at the current above,

and others,

Journey back to the outer reaches to the shores of form where the far reaches await their discovery.

The Within and Without of Water

Water flows within and without my being.
I breath in, derailing the en-lightened water on its ascent to the skies
Taking it inside of me, I transmute it.
Cells mix and match within
I breath out the now transformed water
So that it may carry on its pursuit to the heavens above.

A Cloud sweeps it up and they now journey into and out of being across the skies

Water remembers its immortality as it swirls and flows above,
Uniting with Particles from centuries past
Playing with the quarks and molecules,
They dance upon the highest of the high
To the outer reaches of the barriers of blue.

Until once again choosing to partake in the cyclical decent back.

Free-Falling, as a spiraling fractal,
It returns to its primordial form
Transcending the barriers of its anti-mattered existence
It returns to a state of matter

Twirling and flipping it takes on various partners for support in the dance of decent

Crash
Spread and,
Rest

It lays in pieces shocked by the impact

As it returns to its awareness
For a faint moment, All the joys and experiences return to the surface of remembrance

and then

As quickly as it remembered its wholeness in the history of history, it begins to fall away in the act of letting go, and forgetting

As the water is re-absorbed back to into the Earth
Fragmented and divided
The journey of remembering, uniting and ascending begin again,

With a deep inhale and hold
I dive into the river once again and drink from it the clarity I will need to continue

On my journey within its never ceasing flow.