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WATER by Carolyn Chilton Casas


Water
                                                
I would love to live
Like a river flows
Carried by a surprise
Of its own unfolding.
John O’Donohue
 
 
When life gets stuck in eddies
and ebb is felt more than flow,
I return to memories of water,
 
gently rocked in rhythmic waves
I stroke 
onward into depths unknown.
 
Water always soothes me,
bestows peace of heart and mind, 
along with answers from a bottomless beyond.
~

Bring Me
 
Bring me your sadness,
your worry,
your pain.
 
Together let us undam
a river of energy,
white and violet waters rushing
over the boulders
of your discomfort,
 
washing some stones 
out to sea,
eroding others 
to a smooth sheen,
rounded, more gentle to bear.





Carolyn Chilton Casas is a Reiki practitioner and teacher, as well as student of metaphysics and philosophy.  Her favorite themes for writing are healing, wellness, awareness, and the spiritual journey.  Carolyn's stories and poems have appeared in Energy, Odyssey, Reiki News Magazine, The Art of Healing, and The Edge and in other publications.  You can read more of her work on Instagram at mindfulpoet_.  




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