WHY WATER (Leonardo’s Mystery into the Universe)

WHY WATER
Leonardo’s Mystery into the Universe
Ricardo Antonio Garcia

In this liquidus that I am in
the liquidity of my consciousness floats.
I am the ampersand of existence
always relative
to the inclusions that I experience
and outside of seeing the World
why does God
hold on to the essence of our baggage?
By weights and measures
we are
merely water and genetic flesh, boned
by a frame that keeps us walking.
Did Leonardo
know our limitations?
in his exhaustive investigation
of the cadavers?
Our science labs, whether interior
hold the mysteries
of why we are made of water.

Why water for baptismal?
Why wash
the feet of Christ with water?
Why didn’t he
tell us the importance of Water?

We were created
on the froth of a scorching earth
manifested by the micro organisms
whose bedding
held the secrets of almighty God.
We are not
a strong impression of Creation
for our weaknesses
can kill us by cut or blade
and we will drop by disease.
In this liquidus that I am in
quicker than a river would dry
we bite the froth
for our own survival needs water.
Did Leonardo
know the absolute truth
isolating
the material from the Spiritual
discovering
a capable life form
Inventing
weapons that would destroy our lives?

Why water
for lubricating our organs?
Why water
for cleansing our systems kidneys?
Why is water used religiously?

In these 
liquidus bodies we look into the Universe 
whose
hardening elements are planetary.
Combustion spheres
as the Sun keep us warm
for cold
temperatures will freeze us
and destroy
the life form we are comprised of.
Why should
great observation and contemplation
be possessed
by such a weak maverick
unless we are
acting as a third party entity to God?
Did Leonardo
know the final answer
that nature
and all of Creation needed a voice?
Was he
possessed by the need to know
and do the artifacts
leave us a legacy to understand?

Why water
in the hands to execute art?
Why water
to stimulate the brain into its prejudices?
Why does water stream to God?

Since we
are all like bags hanging on a stand
we are
a ruination of false conceptions.