Sitting quietly at home
listening to the beckoning call
of something familiar
yet unknown.
Rising, walking
down the wooded path
to the pond of crystal
my secret place.
Kneeling down
reverent, watching
the moon and stars
dance on the waters
Listening
the call is strong here
gentle persuasion
commanding me.
Shedding clothing
I abide
casting myself
to the cool embrace of the water
Deeper I go
Awareness awakening
A sense of familiarity
A sense of peace.
Images flashing
the Sun distorted above
like an oil painting of
shifted hues and blended colours.
My body gliding the waves
so naturally, so swiftly
my sight piercing the depths
without limit.
It has occurred to me
that this is not my present self
I am experiencing
but a me of the past.
Long ago
when I travelled
the limitless expanse
of the oceans
And in this peace
I can see myself
a thousand times before
in a thousand different forms
The wonder and beauty
are overwhelming
and I break through
to the surface
Catching my breath
I return to the shore
Knowing now that I
am just a visitor here and nothing more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem