Sunday, September 21, 2008

Poem: Swimming


Swimming in pure consciousness,
Your breath a rhythmic in and out,
Another stroke, another lap,
There is no room for fear or doubt.

And when the waters rise and swell,
And waves get rough and churn about,
Stay in there now and persevere,
Don’t even think of getting out.

And on this breath that rides the wave,
As smooth and buoyant as a yacht,
You’ll sail into some unknown sea,
And learn what is and what is not.

And then, when all is said and done,
You’ll know you’ve given all you’ve got,
Each breath, a lifetime full of Grace,
And that is saying quite a lot.

Prema Rose