Osho//8 of Water//Letting Go

In this image of lotus leaves in the early morning, we can see in the rippling of the water that one drop has just fallen. It is a precious moment, and one that is full of poignancy. In surrendering to gravity and slipping off the leaf, the drop loses its previous identity and joins the vastness of the water below. We can imagine that it must have trembled before it fell, just on the edge between the known and the unknowable.

To choose this card is a recognition that something is finished, something is completing. Whatever it is--a job, a relationship, a home you have loved, anything that might have helped you to define who you are--it is time to let go of it, allowing any sadness but not trying to hold on. Something greater is awaiting you, new dimensions are there to be discovered. You are past the point of no return now, and gravity is doing its work. Go with it--it represents liberation.

Still//

Sylvia Plath//Lorelei

It is no night to drown in:
A full  moon, river lapsing
Black beneath bland mirror-sheen,

The blue water-mists dropping
Scrim after scrim like fishnets
Though fishermen are sleeping,

The massive castle turrets
Doubling themselves in a glass
All stillness.  Yet these shapes float

Up toward me, troubling the face
of quiet.  From the nadir
They rise, their limbs ponderous

With richness, hair heavier
Than sculptured marble.  They sing
Of a world more full and clear

Than can be.  Sisters, your song
Bears a burden too weighty
For the whorled ear's listening

Here, in a well-steered country,
Under a balanced ruler
Deranged by harmony

Beyond the mundane order,
Your voices lay siege. You lodge
On the pitcheds reefs of nightmare,

Promising sure harborage;
By day, descant from borders
Of hebetube, from the ledge

Also of high windows. Worse
Even than your maddening
Song, your silence. At the source

Of your ice-hearted calling --
Drunkenness of the great depths.
O river, I see drfting

Deep in your flux of silver
Those great goddesses of peace.
Stone, stone, ferry me down there.

Halibut Point, Rockport, MA

I absorb the shining and now I see the ocean, billions of simultaneous motions moving in me.  (Rumi)

Kevin Cooley//Devil's Churn

Devil's Churn from KC+BB on Vimeo. more on the artist, here...

MaryOliver//Bone

1.
Understand, I am always trying to figure out
what the soul is,
and where hidden,
and what shape
and so, last week,
when I found on the beach
the ear bone
of a pilot whale that may have died
hundreds of years ago, I thought
maybe I was close
to discovering something
for the ear bone

2.
is the portion that lasts longest
in any of us, man or whale; shaped
like a squat spoon
with a scoop where
once, in the lively swimmer's head,
it joined the two sisters
in the house of hearing,
it was only
two inches long
and thought: the soul
might be like this
so hard, so necessary

3.
yet almost nothing.
Beside me
the gray sea
was opening and shutting its wave-doors,
unfolding over and over
its time-ridiculing roar;
I looked but I couldn't see anything
through its dark-knit glare;
yet don't we all know, the golden sand
is there at the bottom,
though our eyes have never see it,
nor can our hands ever touch it

4.
lest we would sift it down
into fractions, and facts
certainties
and what the soul is, also
I believe I will never quite know.
Though I play at the edges of knowing,
truly I know
our part is not knowing,
but looking, and touching, and loving,
which is the way I walked on,
softly,
through the pale-pink morning light.

SlimAarons//PoolsideDecadence

i saved the best for last, obviously

SusanDerges//Azure

using the night as her darkroom, and the river or ocean as her transparency, Derges created extraordinary images by submerging positive photographic paper beneath the surface of the water.

a milliseconds flash of brilliant likght, controlled by the artist, fixed a brief moment in the waters constant ebb and flow onto the paper.

more here...

LittleMermaid//SheNeverGetsHerPrince

The Little Mermaid statue of Copenhagen was created by sculptor Edvard Erichsen, and was gifted to the city in 1913 - a present from Carl Jacobsen.

The Little Mermaid character is taken from the fairytale by Danish author and poet, Hans Christian Andersen. In the true version of the story (NOT Disney), the mermaid never gets her prince, and instead, turns into foam on the waves and disappears forever. Weh.

NeverlandMermaidLagoon//WeWereOnlyTryingToDrownHer

aMermaindQuestionsGod//KelliRussellAgodon

As a girl, she hated the grain of anything
on her fins. Now she is part fire ant, part centipede.
Where dunes stretch into pathways, arteries appear.
Her blood pressure is temperature plus wind speed.

Where religion is a thousand miles of coastline,
she is familiar with moon size, with tide changes.
She wears the cream of waves like a vestment,
knows undertow is imaginary, not something to pray to.

Now her questions involve fairytales, begin
in a garden and lead to hands painted on a chapel's ceiling.
She wants to hold the ribbon grass, the shadow of angels
across the shore. She steals a Bible from the Seashore Inn;

she will trust it only if it floats.

BlissfulBoraBora

more info here...

OctopusBallet//UnderwaterOtherworldliness

BotaBota//MontrealFloatingSpa

Bota Bota is a floating Scandinavian spa in the heart of Montreal's Old Port. In 2008, Sid Lee Architects were hired to recycle and reinvent the space, tranforming a 57 year old ferry boat into a multisensory world, inspired by the aquatic environment and the rich history of the ship and her surroundings.

LovesPhilosophy/PercyByssheShelley

The fountains mingle with the river
and the rivers with the ocean,
the winds of heaven mix for ever
with a sweet emotion;
nothing in the world is single,
all things by a law divine
in one spirit meet and mingle-
why not I with Thine?

FromTheKindnessHandbook-SharonSalzberg

When we let things be as they are
The river of kindness rises to the
surface of our lives.
One sip and the spirit is renewed...
Drink again.
Drink deeply.
The water will flow in your veins.
And you will become fearless...
Free to care about others
The way you care about your
hands and feet.

Krishna Das

SheDreamsofMaldives

too much of water, hast thou poor Ophelia...