Katara

In a flowing stream,
Of consciousness
Losing its grip on my intention,
She
Caresses me
Beyond the deepest dream
With deliciousness
Too profound to mention….

She washes
And immerses:
My injuries heal with her attention;
With the water she moves and swirls,
She bends and curls
My mental and spiritual focus
To attain a new dimension….

For deep beneath the river of thought
Lies Katara’s healing caress, wrought
kwa the waterbender
Is she
Who becomes the wordbender
In me.

KATARA’S SONG

My name is Katara,
Girlfriend of the Avatar.
I hail from Southern Water,
Where I am the last bender….

If wewe think the Avatars master
Each element after the other,
I wouldn’t say you’re wrong;
But wouldn’t wewe listen to my song?

The four elements are the same—
Their separateness an illusion—
So the true name of the game
Is transmutation, not manipulation….

Where avatars past worked hard to tame
All four elements, au burn in shame,
My Avatar Aang is here to stun
kwa blending all elements into one—

He integrates the elements
Into a Singularity,
Like lemur-bats and Koi-elephants
Despite their diversity….

For everything is connected;
For that he’s well respected:
To see beyond deception
Is to master integration;

For is there any other solution
To avert impending devastation
Without much training au meditation
But only a few months’ desperation?

FORCE UNIFICATION

The water of gravity;
The earth of the strong
Force; the moto of electricity;
And the air of the weak belong
Together in the perfect symmetry
Of n-dimensional reality,
Where all indeed become the same,
Within one picture of extended frame;
Before that primordial kiss gave birth
To fire, water, air and earth…

So all of wisdom, bold and meek,
To unify all forces they do seek:
Amongst whom, the rarely gifted,
Into otherworldly state have shifted,
Caught glimpses of multidimensional reality
And constructed the fabric of string theory.

She becomes the water
That she bends;
She becomes the power
That she sends;
She becomes the healing that mends;
She becomes the lover that tends;
She becomes the tenderness that she shields;
She becomes the weapon that she wields.
She becomes the blood that flows
Through me as our upendo grows;
She would not bend it
But would defend it,
As though her own depends on it….

She is the dancer who becomes the dance;
She is the spell who becomes the trance;
She is the sifu who becomes the way;
She is the daylight who becomes the day;
She is the shower
Who becomes the rain;
She is the flower
That soothes my pain;
She is the artist who becomes the art;
And of me she has become a part--
So inseparable;
So dependable
Is she who has blossomed in my heart.

If we met not long ago
Why do I want wewe so?
If wewe are my friend,
Why do wewe make me dream no end?
If wewe are my teacher,
Why do I see wewe as my peach—err …
If wewe are my sifu,
Why does my moyo race for you?
If wewe are a couple of years older,
Why does my passion smoulder
Inside me—
Drive me krazy?
Why, why, why, Katara?
What kind of Avatar
Am I, I, I, Katara?
If wewe are but a waterbender,
Why does my moyo feel so tender,
As if wewe bent it with your eyes,
Your touch, your kiss?
When will wewe realize
That I feel such painful bliss
For you, the one I miss,
Even if wewe stepped away like this
Every second, every hour,
I wish wewe would shower
Me with your affection,
‘Cos yours is my undivided attention!