Regressed beyond the gravity of pain
that draws me into nothing, nothing bright,
I hear the willing water call my name,
the name I had forgotten in the night.
Such clarity of essence guards my soul
that I can scarcely breathe, nor feel the need
to exercise restraint in part or whole;
immersed in liquid holiness, I’m freed.
To move is to acknowledge life and birth
as absolute beginnings every time
an impulse is released, and finds its worth
transcends the rippled surface of sublime.
Regressed into the essence gods divide,
I feel the touch of life from every side.