EKHAYA: Kept Silence 

Water, a healing elixir, pure and pristine,

Cleanses, purifies, rejuvenates, serene.

When imbued with prayers, soulful intent,It absorbs energies, transformational, heaven-sent.

 

Echoes of rituals from our ancestors' past,

Guided cleansing, traditions that last.

By riverbanks, where spirits dwell,

Water invoked, stories to tell.

 

In our art, we seek to explore,

Sacred places, memories galore.

Venturing to caves, walls adorned,

Water splashed, spirits reborn.

 

Memories ripple, reflections cascade,

Time and memory, an eternal parade.

Each drop, a desire, a yearning quest,

For spiritual encounters, we manifest.

 

Water weaves, between worlds unseen,

Connecting past, present, in-between.

Our art, a tapestry, threads of our past,Symbolic rituals, reconnecting at last.