"Walking Waters"

At dawn's soft edge where waters flow,  I stand between the veils below—  A stream of stars, a mirror clear,  Where twin fish swim and signs appear.  Their colors bloom through spirit's glass,  Reminding me that all shall pass—  And all return in brighter form,  A calm within the coming storm.  Upon the cloth, a path I trace,  No longer bound by time or place.  The water holds me, does not drown,  It lifts me up, I do not fall down.  I walk, not swim, across the stream—  The mystery feels like waking dream. A serpent comes, not out of hate,  But with a mark to activate.  It bites with codes I now receive,  Yet I do not grieve—I believe.  For healing flows where light is born,  And I wear scars like sacred thorn. I touch my leg, anoint with balm,  The oil becomes my inner calm.  My sibling near, I speak with grace:  “This pain shall pass, it leaves no trace.”  The snake has come not to confine,  But to remind: our path’s divine. So now I rise, initiate,  A guide to walk through every gate.  From stream to star, from wound to flight,  I carry codes of sacred light.  The waters watched, the fish have sung—  My soul remembers I am one.