I’m not a swimmer, but
I’ve swum for 20 years
and in the water I find
a pool of prayer and sunlight,
a lap of Buddha without numbers,
a dedication to peace,
a moment of maturation,
meditation,
signing to the deaf with
free-style kick,
sliding through to numbers
on a journey of void.
Emptiness can fill you
like the hollow hive of a bee.
Joy is not a lazy pot of honey
but a process of
strength, courage
and focusing on
the inner path.
Leaves swirl in the ripples,
are rolled away,
now.
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Beautiful, Caroline.
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