Greetings from the Land of Enchantment

Touching Bottom--a poem

Touching Bottom

touching 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

posted by Sat Purkh Kaur Khalsa @ 3:43 PM