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
By the waterbender
Is she
Who becomes the wordbender
In me.
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My name is Katara,
Girlfriend of the Avatar.
I hail from Southern Water,
Where I am the last bender….
If Ты think the Avatars master
Each element after the other,
I wouldn’t say you’re wrong;
But wouldn’t Ты 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, или burn in shame,
My Аватар Aang is here to stun
By 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 или meditation
But only a few months’ desperation?
The water of gravity;
The earth of the strong
Force; the огонь 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.
Ooooh-la-la: Katara!
Why do I want Ты so?
If Ты are my friend,
Why do Ты make me dream no end?
If Ты are my teacher,
Why do I see Ты as my peach—err …
If Ты are my sifu,
Why does my сердце race for you?
If Ты 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 Ты are but a waterbender,
Why does my сердце feel so tender,
As if Ты bent it with your eyes,
Your touch, your kiss?
When will Ты realize
That I feel such painful bliss
For you, the one I miss,
Even if Ты stepped away like this
Every second, every hour,
I wish Ты would shower
Me with your affection,
‘Cos yours is my undivided attention!
Drop dead, Aang!
