dreaming water up to amniosis

Water is portrayed as the essence of life, flowing through time and space. It is a symbol of constant change and renewal. Tears, dreams, and thoughts are all compared to water. Water reflects everything and cleanses the past. It is a force that cannot be resisted and carries life within it. However, it can also be polluted and unable to save us from harm. Water is both nurturing and powerful, representing our connection to the world and our own existence. I am water. I am you. You are made of me. Life is made of me. I flow through time and space, living eternally, raining, soaking in, flowing and rushing to the sea, evaporating into clouds. I rain down again in an endless cycle, becoming, changing, flowing, eroding sand and soil and stone. I flow. Time flows. Like thought bubbles, like airy parts of water, float away like time. Tears are water too. Allow them to flow when they pass through you. Transparent enlightenment with sunlit illumination, conscious and subconscious. Our dreams together change in the current as if time and space don't exist. You are water. I am water. We are all water. I carry your thoughts as you are myself. Ourselves, one element contained on one planet, bathed in water. I reflect myself in you. I am part of everything. I reflect everything. And everything is part of me. I cleanse and wash away the past. You are a buoyant part of me, float weightless. I permeate the soil and fertilize a bountiful harvest to feed the world. Heat me, cool me, freeze me, dilute me, mix, combine. And in the seasons of our perception, tides of weather, snow, sleet, rain, I can melt and pool thoughts, pour out wishes plentifully, and drip, irrigate dreams. In your mind, our minds, you can be formless, shapeless, like water. Like a waterfall pool where the sunlight dances, there is magic in me. I am soft and flexible, but nothing can resist my permanence or my wrath when I am agitated. I am a force, but cannot be forced. The tides are within and without. I cannot contain myself, drink deeply from my well. I willingly share all that is me. It is in you, I am living in you. Life begins and flourishes in me. There is darkness deep inside and poured forth from outside. Those things which poison, I cannot dilute to save you, or which unknowingly, or which unknowingly, you drain into my clarity as I seek solutions. I am a drop of water in the ocean. I am the ocean. I have been, I will be, clear and cloudy, clean and dirty, elixir and toxin, full and empty, flood and drought. You need me more than life. I am your constant, your continuance. You know me, have known me. I am your constant, your continuance. You know me, have known me.