“Why, when a poison is diluted in water to the point where it cannot by physically detected, does the previously toxic solution then become therapeutic? When the substance itself is gone, and all that is left is the information from the vibration, both poison and medicine become the same.”~Masaru Emoto
Variegation of sunset sky lights
the water, seeps into my dream-soaked nights.
I drink to dilute this toxic ocean
in each cell, wake to thunder’s oration
like fighter jet’s low and ominous growl
reaching across abundant drenching clouds.
It’s clear we are not who we’re taught we are
spinning helpless, tiny, a distant star
as the rain softens the core of my gloom
now washed by waves. The vibration of doom
dispelled, I’m rocked in the flow, empowered
and as dark illusions die, joy flowers.