Be water my friend
And then the feeling of Sunlight
Twilight
Midnight
Moonlight
Be water my friend
And then the moonlight
Shivers
Quivers
Bewilders
Be water my friend
And then arise notions of solidity
Identity
Mortality
Totality
Be water my friend
Oh my!
Everything crumbles
Rumbles
Tumbles
Fumbles.
And I think of you
And the ones you care for
And the ones you dare for
And the ones you fear for
And the ones you despair for
And the ones you love for
And the water in your soul
Pours of out like gentle balm
More and more and more
Then some more.
Be water my friend
You have now made a river
Of yourself
And now you and you
You and them
Them and them
Are all just water.
Be water my friend
Your wish has come true
Everyone sails with you
You who now do not exist
Still has a part
That says:
‘’Oh Maria!’’
How does she feel in the water?
Does she swim?
Float?
Drown?
And if she drowns
Then is there anyone left to say
‘’Oh Maria’’?
When Maria has gone.
And where are the clients?
No coacher
Or coached
No healer
Or believer
They’re all water
Flowing uncertaintly
Nowhere to go
But just endless flow
Everyone becomes
One
Or none.
Be water my friend
And now you are not there
And when there is no You and I
There will be no more
Words to write.
And when words disappear
What can I write?
Except:
Be water my friend.
And then the feeling of Sunlight
Twilight
Midnight
Moonlight
Be water my friend
And then the moonlight
Shivers
Quivers
Bewilders
Be water my friend
And then arise notions of solidity
Identity
Mortality
Totality
Be water my friend
Oh my!
Everything crumbles
Rumbles
Tumbles
Fumbles.
And I think of you
And the ones you care for
And the ones you dare for
And the ones you fear for
And the ones you despair for
And the ones you love for
And the water in your soul
Pours of out like gentle balm
More and more and more
Then some more.
Be water my friend
You have now made a river
Of yourself
And now you and you
You and them
Them and them
Are all just water.
Be water my friend
Your wish has come true
Everyone sails with you
You who now do not exist
Still has a part
That says:
‘’Oh Maria!’’
How does she feel in the water?
Does she swim?
Float?
Drown?
And if she drowns
Then is there anyone left to say
‘’Oh Maria’’?
When Maria has gone.
And where are the clients?
No coacher
Or coached
No healer
Or believer
They’re all water
Flowing uncertaintly
Nowhere to go
But just endless flow
Everyone becomes
One
Or none.
Be water my friend
And now you are not there
And when there is no You and I
There will be no more
Words to write.
And when words disappear
What can I write?
Except:
Be water my friend.
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