Water is such a wonderful
symbol. It is powerful, cleansing, pure,
and life-giving. This poem starts with a
call to water, asking it to “wash me.” Isn’t it so true that one of water’s
most basic functions is to wash. I would
argue that next to hydrating, that is its key function. Other images in this
poem are mountains humming and crumbling, and again with the water but this
time as snow melting. It ends saying
“earth, great, sangha.” I looked up to
find that sangha means a Buddhist community of holy people and laity. I think it is nice word to end on because
like the sangha combines different types of people, our earth combines many
kinds of creatures. Event the water itself is similar in its many uses and
forms. In thinking about my own
relationship with water, I have to say that I love it. Though I am scared of what lies in the deep
waters of the oceans, I am mesmerized by the sound of waves, the elegance of
waterfalls, and the calming presence of even small ponds. Being around water, whether it be in the
ocean or a shower, is just rejuvenating.
Its properties are pure and clean, and so it is such a prominent symbol
and tool in religions as well.
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