WET, WET, WET

WET, WET, WET
We know what lack of water means
From frozen pipes to lack of rains
Bless the rains down in Devon my friend
It is the source, the beginning not the end.

The eyes became sore at the lack of green
The two extremes of spectrum solely seen
A dozen years of other extremes of heat
And cold to burn your head, hands and feet.

Now the blessed rains weaken the haze
The verdant green to soften the gaze
This green and oh so pleasant land
We are here, so strike up the band!

It is a place steeped in many histories
We’ve been here before, in other stories
Returning now to soak up those energies
Giving lost origins for present mysteries.

So many experiences in the distant past
Many to rely on: nail our colours to the mast.
If you find yourself in constant doubt
Please don’t resort to a scream or a shout.

One sure remedy is to consult the crystal gaze
The one who sees through the mindless maze
Life Path direction answers are given
No need for panic and mind to be riven.

As always, it’s not the answers at the last
But the questions that need to be asked.
So be sure you know your own, the query
Be prepared to leave out logic and theory!

Who, what, why and where you ask
Answers in your own queries you bask
Why ask when you know the answer?
Confirmation? The Oracle, the provider!

This is the way, the truth and your light
Answers in questions are yours by right
Be clear to seek clarity, future, present and past
It’s all yours for the asking your best path at last!

So bless the rain bringing water of life
Wet, wet, wet, water of life to all is rife.
Many fail to see through the showers
For now bless it and save it, while it’s ours!

© David Tenneson 2016.

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2 Responses to WET, WET, WET

  1. What type of people would we be if we dared complain about the rain we so often have called upon the dried out ground?. Devon was our main goal.. it was and still is THE place where it all started and now continues. Yes, you’re so very right when you tell that :

    It is a place steeped in many histories
    We’ve been here before, in other stories
    Returning now to soak up those energies
    Giving lost origins for present mysteries.

    There are moments though when Time seems to have come to a standstill but this is only the mirage of our impatience… While Time moves fast whatever humans may think and in a blink of an eye, tomorrow is already yesterday.
    It is up to us to value each moment to its true worth and exercise our free will the best we know how to make these moments profitable for all of us.

    Wet, wet, wet .. will be welcomed or hated depending on our necessities of the very moment and the place on Earth we live in.
    Wet, wet, wet means the next harvest will feed the hungry or drown the fields and the street, but it still is the same rain that falls from the skies.

    This is the way, the truth and your light
    Answers in questions are yours by right
    Be clear to seek clarity, future, present and past
    It’s all yours for the asking your best path at last!

    Sending Light and Love to you and all those who will read your blog.

    Eugene

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