Faces of Water

                                              

                                                                           

The still lake is my life.

I rest in its tranquility,

 and feel the gentle breeze whisper across the water.

Ripples ensue.

The sunlight sparkles on the surface.

Life is under me; the water is safe.

This space is safe.

And then, quite unexpectedly, I am pulled into the falling water;

I dance over the rocks, tumbling, and call out into the wind.

The transition is exhilarating.

I swirl, I laugh, I cry, I hurt, I am bumped and bruised;

And yet, I flow-over, under, around.

And then, quite suddenly,

I find myself in the gentle current of the river.

I am flowing with the Divine 

and the water carries me, weightlessly, effortlessly.

At last, I have fallen into my sacred space.

I am home.