The Spirit Water That Is My Home - A Poem
The Spirit Water That Is My Home
From the Spirit Water I was born
I swam to the shore and ventured into the unknown
“ I will but take a little look
of this strange and wonderful nook”
But lured by newer and newer attractions
I had gone on and on in my distractions
From the shore
Of the Spirit Water that is my home
My skin had lost its moisture
covered in blisters, sore and tender
My steps were heavy
Weighted down by too much weary
Agitated, exhausted and full of moan
I had lost sight of the Spirit water that is my home
People shunned me like a begger
Now that I had no more gold for their treasures
Friendly voices turned sharp around the edges
As I behaved like animals in the cages
They burst into scornful laughter
When I told them about the Spirit Water
That is my home
“How incredulous,” they said, ”you talk of some Spirit Water
Where the soul is recharged and the body is renewed;
Yet you are tired and old and shrieking like a mew.
Do not bore us with your quirk,
You are but a son of earth, who will soon turn into dirt.”
I crawled to a corner, too weak to fight,
A child brought me a cup from the small well just beyond my sight.
I drank deeply, grateful for the sweetness
And was struck by the sudden remembrance
That all water had its source
From the Spirit Water that is my home
No sooner had I consumed the water
The water was consuming me,
And I saw my human flesh washed away
By the Spirit Water inside of me.
How could I have forgotten
The Spirit Water does not need a form.
It was I who failed to see
The small wells dotted like clues to take me home.
Now I am once again strolling the shore
How far I wander I need not be sure
For wherever I happen to roam
I know in a heartbeat I will be home
As I am surrounded by the hidden wells
Of the Spirit Water that is my home.
Written by Vera Lin, 2012