the soft water will catch me when I fall

I can hear her, as my inner call

she asks me to surrender to her flow,

so as one we rise and grow

grow into being present like she always is 

no time for minds interference, pure bliss

she will guide me, never lose touch

I can be me, never too much

she is pure, full of light

she is the warrior at my sight

she is a fresh breeze on a summer day

the inner power and strong core if she may

she provides a far and clear view

gives me insights of the old and the new

made her into one of my best friends

and I tell you, I’ve been in safe hands