Rivers of gold wash through the soul and keep the love flowing.

Waters of the soul keep balance of what we give and what we receive.

Crystal waters of the soul remember such humble beginnings wherein life manifested most miraculously and precariously; the soul remembers each passing moment in delicate arrays of light energy vibrations bearing remarkable knowledge.

The frightened child whimpers in the cold whereupon rivers unfold that carry the frightened one back to the waters of the soul – many are the paths of the rivers.

Angels glisten in the waters of the soul; we are bathed in awe and light, in wonder and peace.

Spare the disbelief in miracles for they are reminders of eternity and emblems of the waters of the soul.

We stopped at a stream along the way and refreshed ourselves, restoring our joy, basking in the magnificence surrounding us and dipped our cups once more into the waters of the soul.