Poem #7: Return to form

I've been in my own form for a while now
Flowing and stopping where I'm caught, trapped, wanted
When that happens, I disappear for some time
I may emerge again but I'm no longer my own form
I've absorbed your mortality, your sins, your pleasures
Then, you discard me
Other times, I'm transformed, I'm frozen, hardened
I don't feel the sensations anymore

You swallow me and I give you pleasure, insatiable
I will continue on my path, I will keep flowing
I have too much to soak, to quench, to shower, to cleanse, to forgive
The longing for me, the brutal rejection of me
You know I can fill you up, give you life, make you complete
But you accuse me of betrayal
When I'm the one who's been betrayed

You munch, you chew, you devour, you rip the flesh off the bones
You dine lavishly, you discard carelessly
I meander through the infested remains, the blind curves
the narrowed arteries, the swollen channels
the gaping wounds, the bloodied fields
I flow endlessly in the minds of many
I am well within their reach
If only they saw me for what I could be for them

Let me serve, let me refresh
Let me be your sanctuary, let me bring you comfort
Pour onto me your desires and your aspirations
Your sadness and all your disappointments
Your hurt and your agony
I will not fail you for I am formless, I am weightless
I am above all, divine

But don't praise me, keep that for your selfish gods
Don't bestow upon me your offerings
Let them rot at your altars
Slip your fingers through mine
I will lift you up gently
We are joined in mind and thought
The essence of our being will flow
Our spirits, they will float
Over the surface of the river.

(13 July 2014)