Where in the world did the particles of hydrogen come from?
Will we ever know?
Or is it a hidden answer?
Hidden in the depths below...
She rushes over the earthbound rocks,
tearing off all their atoms.
And I watch them as they splash onto the floor,
sinking down the fathoms.
Beautiful but sharp,
replenishing and more angelic than harps-
the Mother of the Water watches me,
and smiles throughout the time that she can be.
Even when I am soaked but pure,
she loves me for so long as she can carry me on her mirror.
However where in the world has she come from?
To ask, is a pure liquid error.
Although I love her-
I haven't a clue if she exists or not.
And though she gradually becomes thinner-
her flow still steams a burning hot.
What could she possibly look like?
Have you got any idea?
Or is it a forbidden query?
Lost in worlds of onomatopoeia?
Stupefying, don't you agree?
That a watery element such of its own,
could have another 'me'?
Notwithstanding the feeling of Holiness when I run my fingers
through her hair,
I still get the reflex, especially when I am alone, that someone
else could also be there.
Rush over me, rush over me, rush over my whole soul.
Purify it, purify it-the animus and leak in like a scroll.
Nonetheless she smiles. And so the task could be complete.
I had hidden under her waterfalls but I was unable to fall asleep.
So the drops of her power spilled onto my eyes, and I had dived into the land of wonders.
The Mother of the Water saved my life, and thus I belong to love, not thunders.
