A natural release,
especially when I’m alone.
Flowing freely, rapidly…discreetly,
initiated by my countless emotions:
joy, sorrow, anger, humor, frustration, pain.
Some cast aspersions
and consider it shameful…even infantile,
yet, it is essential for my growth, expression,
my catharsis.
My eyes are transparent windows.
As my eyelids fill with water,
I embrace the instinctive, necessary washings…
the clarity.
*Image: Lotus Woman painting by Helena Nelson-Reed
