One With Water
You Are Nature Too
Of all the elements,
I favor water most.
Where I can be the guest,
She is my perfect host.
Submersion meets submission,
So, graciously, I float —
Weightless in our rhythm,
Each stroke, a different note.
I’ve never known sensations,
More soothing than…none.
Not numb, but wholly present,
Mind, body, spirit — I am
One.
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This made me feel as if I was also floating freely through the water
You really have a way with words. You could almost feel the words flowing like water. I enjoyed that.