Touching Bottom--a poem
Touching Bottomtouching bottom
searching for air
diving deep
to push off from the
solid ground
that is me
stripped of everything
nothing left
but the mad
scramble for air
surfacing
coming up for air
breaking free
from pressure of desire
I swim
in the warm current,
of the now,
in this present moment
I can't feel
the difference between
me and the sea
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