All night
I float
in the shallow ponds
while the moon wanders...
...I don't want to argue anymore
about all the things
I thought I could not
live without!...
...I want to flow out
across the mother
of all waters
I want to lose myself
on the black
and silky currents...
When I float in water, whether in the ocean's gentle waves, or the brisk run of the springs here in North Florida, I forget all the things that I thought I could not live without. There is just the water, me, fish, the All of Being. To float, is to pray, to heal, to play.
Where do you have the sensation of floating of being held by life?
I couldn't say it better than you did. Floating in water is my favorite.
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ReplyDeleteRather than the water, my interest in this poem is with the light and dark, and the calling of the darkness to rest, and the harshness of the light(or as MO describes the dawn: "that difficult and beautiful hurricane of light"). Isn't it funny how dawn brings a sudden hope, then along with that, expectations, shortly followed by responsibility? Humans are so crazy...
The sensation of floating of being held by life - standing on the last rock of the jetty, looking out over the water of the Sound as the sun rises, alone with the gulls. Thank you for reminding me of being held by life.
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