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.