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The water-dweller glides through his river of reality,
In constant awe of the silvery surface above,
In wonder of what is beyond.
Oh my Friends!
Be as the water-dweller
And crave for what is beyond the silvery surface.
Let the yearning overcome you,
And light those candles,
With the forest of your heart.
See that water-dweller burst into flames,
And like a Phoenix,
Arise from a river of fire.
Breathe the air for the first time,
See the sunlight with your new eyes,
Feel the wind enter you and surround you.
Feel it shake you and take hold of you.
You are now the sky-walker.
Let the storm that rages above the water,
Take you to new heights,
So that you may kiss the moon,
Speak with the stars,
And feel the comfort of every cloud.
And when you pass that final barrier,
Prepare to die a thousand deaths,
Each one sweeter than the next.
Then fall,
And feel the wind tear through every feather,
And the sun scorch every hair,
And clash with your watery world again.
Behold! You are baptized once more.
© Jibrael
In constant awe of the silvery surface above,
In wonder of what is beyond.
Oh my Friends!
Be as the water-dweller
And crave for what is beyond the silvery surface.
Let the yearning overcome you,
And light those candles,
With the forest of your heart.
See that water-dweller burst into flames,
And like a Phoenix,
Arise from a river of fire.
Breathe the air for the first time,
See the sunlight with your new eyes,
Feel the wind enter you and surround you.
Feel it shake you and take hold of you.
You are now the sky-walker.
Let the storm that rages above the water,
Take you to new heights,
So that you may kiss the moon,
Speak with the stars,
And feel the comfort of every cloud.
And when you pass that final barrier,
Prepare to die a thousand deaths,
Each one sweeter than the next.
Then fall,
And feel the wind tear through every feather,
And the sun scorch every hair,
And clash with your watery world again.
Behold! You are baptized once more.
© Jibrael