There's only one body
one soul
one mind
in whom I'm completely immersed
fully submerged
lungs out of air
can't swim
can't float
arms sunk in her coast
no way out
Unless a seed rots
and dies
it bears not fruit
And so I lie buried
to rot
to die
that I may flourish
inherit my soul
breathe the breath
infused by the Master
re-making me
in His image
Then I'll gain her soul
borne on her back
in the waters of being
lovely monologue of introspection, enchanting metaphors in the waters of being well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Unless a seed rots and dies it bears not fruit'... this line i liked most in this philosophic metaphoric write...good piece, Mark...10