Life Aquatic

Take a breath, dip and glide. Letting silken water slide past me. Counting breathing, counting breathing. Nothing from my normal world can distract. Only my own neuroses, lack of confidence. Feeling I am holding people up. In the way, undeserved. Yet as I glide I concentrate only on Counting breathing, counting breathing. The beauty holds me, forgives. Takes my tensions, and like ripples in a pond, Allows them to distance themselves, Weaken as they drift far and wide. The waves subsiding as my mind clears. Stillness and calm, despite the movement as I forge ahead, stroke stroke stroke breath. Water moving yet somehow solid. Supporting, encapsulating my body, Weightless as I am suspended, Fluid motion, equal forces, All working in perfect harmony. The perfect, pure pleasure of Being at one in the river of life.