Water doesn't just purify itself, it purifies us.
It slips past the noise, the weight, the residue,
we didn't know we were carrying.
It touches what can't be spoken;
softens what's been closed off,
and clears what time has clouded.
In it's presence, there is no demand,
only permission to release;
to rinse the static from the mind;
to feel the body loosen its grip;
to remember clarity isn't in control,
but in surrender.
Water doesn't force healing,
it invites it; gently, like a mirror,
that reflects not just who we are,
but who we were before we were weighed down.
And in that quiet return,
we dont just become clean, we come back,
to our true selves.
