I have this dream,

a strange dream:

I’m drifting;

floating up and sinking down

in a blue lagoon.

The sun glistens

through the sea’s undulating ceiling.

A coral jungle beneath my feet.

Somewhere above, a tropical breeze.

I’m so content

to be in this underwater paradise,

my limbs dangling.

So calm.

So peaceful.

Just swaying with the waves,

with my jellyfish clan.

Nowhere to go.

Nothing to do,

except to be in this moment.

And the one after.

So aware of the present,

and without a care


Nothing matters but to be

doing what I was called to do.

Just being.



and full of life

Drifting, but always sensing.

And never in flight.

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