body of water

My sinking body held, I find my home in the water. I enter the effortless dance of buoyant levity and gravity’s crushing weight, cradled by their push and pull, reveling in a tender intimacy. Water’s greatest gift is freedom.

With its glassy surface playing serenity and immense depths in which  questions unanswerable hide, the sea provides a mirror image of that which flows through me, the depth of experience and myriad paradoxes that form the truest essence of my being. Water is stillness, peace, creation and yet is also strength, power, destruction.

Simultaneously floating atop and sinking within, connection melts me, dissolving me into nothing more than a film atop its waves,one with all it touches. I’m rocked gently, my very soul soothed, as I stretch to reach the horizon. From east to west, nothing but a pool of jelly and softness, all pinpricks and rough edges long worn away. I’m ferried to the ends of the earth and back home again in an instant, filled with wise knowing and impenetrable peace.

I am the water, my own home. A bridge inextricable has been formed and I join with everything that mirrors the water’s light-dappled surface and darkened depths, with its magnitude and immense power. With a single breath I reach down to my roots, release every tension, surrender into ease. I am all that I am and ever can be, yet also nothing of my own at all; no longer set apart, I return to the well from which I have flowed.