Today I want to be a water flower.  Rooted deep through all waters.  Allowing all tears, all sadness, all feelings to wrap around me and nourish me.  But I will never be waterlogged.  The slime and mud, dead leaves and silt, memories and useless future frantacies feed me.

All the shadow always fuels me, cools me, is my shade.  I can slurp it up and let go that which does not serve me.

On top of the pond of this day, I am the lily in the cool of the willow tree.  My petals listen to droplets glistening in the morning sun.  I am that I am that I am that I Am.