Z Best!

Viva La Brazil!

TRASK

I'll take another drink of spirit from those water hands, thank you. seriously, this immersed me in the most sublime feeling of peace and beautiful mystery, a deeper stream of purpose, a flow, the mist of tomorrow's promise. so, I'll just leave it at thanks. Dawn

let the mysteries flow! spellbinding imagery here, sir ace.
peace,
carolyn

'Touching my soul
With a gesture of light '
yes...that's what your poems do to me Robert...awesome!
Best wishes always to you and yours
from
kay.

Your a legend today as you will
be tomorrow Robert.
Always an experience to read your words.

Amazing! Captivating! Beautiful write!

God bless, Jude!

Sandie.

thank you for this musical delight! I always feel music when I am near water. I do miss having easy access to the ocean's or one of the five great lakes.

Don't know about "grasping" - just leaves me gasping! This is like a dazzling sand-storm of many fragments that are swirling around in my mind: shades of Windy Light; bits of Night Falls; but mostly, I think this seems like a beautiful companion write to life's splendor - from the pristine, sharply-focussed perfection of the brand New Dawn to the expansivity of the fluid, all-embracing Dusk! Love the seamless merging here between all the elements and senses. "A metaphysical poet who would appear to speak from deep within himself and yet to project outwards as if to reach the farthest-flung recesses of the universe"! My last night's poem, whic I am only just gettin round to postin, was initially called "With His Hands"... seems that hands and water just go together in the collective consciousness today at The Den! This write lives and breathes the spirit of both harmony and discovery. Another beauty! TY Kate xx

Beautiful and such a moving piece!
I really enjoyed reading this a lot.

All that is physically intangable. But not to the soul..

Water, the second most critical element in sustaining human life, the first, of course, being air. Water washes through us, as do our thoughts and our lifetimes. Our souls become like water, unable to be retained, for any length of time, in one container. As we have recently been reminded, water can heal and it can kill, as can our thoughts and actions. In it's journey across land to the sea, it will find its own pathway, as will we. We can contain water for a time with dams and levees, but eventually the water wins; and we, too, will always reach our destiny. Without water we become brittle and dry as does the rest of the earth. Without fluid thought, our souls too, become brittle and dry. Excellent poetry, Jude. The comparative analysis between the flows of water, life and spirit pretty much equal the same end result.
Take care,
Sherry

Those illusive liquid contours appearing and disappearing in waves. Our minds can't contain them-like quicksilver it seems. But for breif moments the water reflects as a mirror into our conciousness. Grand write...Lin

Truly captivating, and truly good, Jude.

What an amazing poem Jude. You seem to be showing us how futile it is to try to hold onto things. Water, not quite transparent, like air, yet still cannot be held. And yet, we are englufed by both. Fascinating poem. ~ Sara

Skillfully written Jude!

peace and love, Carole

Cosmic consciousness giving way to cosmic rapture: a deliciously divine write.

"The wind is my soul"

:-) Love it! I'll keep that today. ~~Nordette

Jude,

Thank you for the much needed escape! They do seem to be "liquid" don't they? This poem is really beautiful and carried me right into its vision!

I find this particularly beautiful, Jude. It completely "takes me in." Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace.

Regis

This is a great and meaningful write that even the master poet Mr. Dylan himself would enjoy. Well done Jude.

Felix

Water Hands is all the elements which make up our lives. I admire your wisdom, Jude.

Carmen :-)

as always, enjoyed the read

Masterfully done....you are AMAAAAAAAAAzing!!

Love Tinka

Of the four elements water is the most destructive. It can also be the most comforting. Interesting write. Pierre.

In another lifetime,
Hea Jude,
you were a
third-generation
sailor

on a seafaring,
poetic journey

you navigated by
Draco

and a tip of
the constellation
in the Northern
Hemisphere
fell off in
meteor
and
rhyme

"where inherited
memories come
alive upon
the sand."

Sage

Jude,I have no doubt you are a traveller from other planets over eons of time, you mystify and delight with the beauty of your
many lives...

Eileen

Oh Jude, your poems are so transcendent, inspring, uplifting and wonderful. Jay is absolutely right, you are the master poet
love and peace
Huda