Conscious Mind-playing

I am sinking

and sinking

and sinking,

seeing nothing but the liquid substance that embraces me.

No bubbles from my nose.

No fear of a probable upcoming drowning.

No specific feelings.

Nothing exaggerating.

There is just water

and my naked body,

trying nothing to save itself;

no salvation needed.

Thoughts pass by,

my mind isn’t attached to them.

A surrendering

to the manifestation of “just being”.

My inner ecosystem shows me its roots.

Pure existence;

some kind of physical equilibrium

that doesn’t need to be sought.

In the end,

I see myself falling from the sky into the sea;

as if the bottom of the Sea World

was an entrance to the upper atmosphere.

Eyes open.

It wasn’t a dream,

but a conscious choice

of constructive imagining within a semi-sleep.

I was fully rejuvenated after it,

knowing how to create a doorway

to a challenging situation

I once thought as a dead-end.

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Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives