Mermaid Nagas

Mermaids circle all around in murky water greenish brown.
At first I think that they are large mouthed fish until I reach out and they turn and spin with their stance amiss.
I realize they are Naga’s unlike any before; they are ferociously guarding a sacred door.
One looks at me, threatens and glares. Unwilling to give up what she declares.
She has been its guardian for long times past. It is hers to release if the tests I pass.
She need not bend the waters declare. She looks at me with an endless stare.
The water is unclear it hides the glass. That holds the magic that she protectively cast.
Her hair floats within her gravity less realm. She holds the key and she is at the helm.
Disdainfully she leans in and shows a sharp-toothed smile. She need not budge an inch or a mile.
Acrimoniously she stands her ground. My way is blocked by her powers unbound.
In the water the sounds are hushed. Water mutes and intensifies the rush.
How do you hear with ears of man? You cannot. You must open into the rivers land.
Red sunflowers dance in the stream. Of cosmic passion flowing beams.
I know not what to do or say. We stand still floating in this dreamscapes play.
I move close to feel her depth. She swims around and bites my neck.
Blood pours out from every pore. I am swimming in my own lifebloods store.
I become the rivers crimson shore. The sounds pulsate and I am no more.
I float into the river of life. To be consumed to the fishes delight.
Darkness flows within my veins. Power, passion, truth, and pains.
Floating in this detached way. I no longer care as I see there is no way.
The path is gone the rivers have changed. They hold new rocks, fresh water, and names.
Buried somewhere in this place is the energy of all life’s eternal grace.
It must change just like this rivers shore. The waters cut to reveal always more.
She stares now into my dead eyes at last. It opens a door and a new light is cast.
Before me stands a metallic light. Expansive potential of unclouded might.
A blank canvas of a crystal wall surrounds me like a giant ball.
The past to you is dead and gone. Let it go and find something beyond.
Caravans of lives mean nothing now. It is only through integrating that life rebounds.
Life is created, mutated, and formed, by the hearts that love it into being born.
What is it that we choose to create? Take this moment and experience its state.
In this place I open my hand. Come join me in this creative plan.
Let us all together do. It is then more than me or you.
Have we not danced in this endless place? Can we not learn to co-create?
All it takes is the willingness to change. Just like the river and cut through the plain.
It may take time. It may be slow. I am not scared. Are you ready to go?
Let us leap into the rocky terrain. Cut our way into another refrain.
Together we can merge and change the flow of this river all the way below.
Try not to think. Just let it flow. We do better if we feel and do not really know.
Creation has its own chaotic plan. You give it life and it unfolds its own land.