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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.
Copyright ©
Emma Goodridge-Hobson
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