Mother Water

I've been reflecting on my relationship with water. 

As I revisited the Healing Waters series of original paintings, and dove deep into stories of my time as a Water Warrior, I found myself aching to give words to the powerful pull I feel to honor and protect the fluid life force that fills our river veins and blankets our oceans.

I wanted to write a simple explanation of why light reflecting on water's surface brings me such joy, or why swimming in its silence bestows peace to my core. I thought I would balance my scientific background with my spiritual truth in a few short paragraphs. 

Instead, this poem poured forth as if it had been waiting a lifetime for me to give it voice.  

This is the essence of my connection to water, and why I feel compelled time and time again to bring its healing power and beauty to life through art. 

It feels raw and vulnerable sharing these written words—but I'm honored to share my truth. Thank you for being here to receive it.

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Mother Water

Come to me, she said. Wrap yourself in stardust; paint the heavens with your dreams. Come to me, woman. I will keep your secrets.

The moon talks to you; listen closely. Fear not the shadows; your beauty lies beneath.

Plant your roots deeply; drink of my springs. You and your sisters, all, you are the future. Know this in your butterfly heart, feel it in your bones.

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Come to me, she said. Rest in my stillness; gather the magic of my storms. Come to me, woman. I will keep your secrets.

Lend me your tears; salt is your salve. I’ll harvest your grief, sow the sea of wisdom.

Bare your tender soul; it knows your way. You and your sisters, all, you are the future. Know this in your butterfly heart, feel it in your bones.

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Come to me, she said. Bathe in my soft warmth; be still, join the dust of the world. Come to me, woman. I will keep your secrets.

Abide the trembling whispers of your siren. She does not fail you; the clouds play tricks.

Bestow your magic; all dust, all stars. You and your sisters, all, you are the future. Know this in your butterfly heart, feel it in your bones.

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Come to me, she said. Be held by my arms; your lover’s eyes are the cosmos. Come to me, woman. I will keep your secrets.

Embrace the wisdom of your body. Your cells whisper discernment; gift me your truth.

A rose knows its grace; water within. You and your sisters, all, you are the future. Know this in your butterfly heart, feel it in your bones.

 

I am awaiting.

 

~Wendy J. Pabich