The pain in my stomach
the wrangling with my neighbor
the bills
the restless winter nights,
these are the water
in which I learn to swim.
“Can’t I just stand on shore
while You teach me?”
the mind pleads.
“No.”
I dive in
so the Beloved can show me
how easily I float.
Once in the water I see…
it is all for me.
This breast and backstroke,
this crawl and butterfly
are the manna of soul,
and the water merely
the resistant force.
Soon within what was a tsunami
I soar weightless,
do somersaults and handstands
relish the bubbles tingling on my skin.
This ocean is my perfect teaching
and You,
my sublime swimming Master.
Wonderful as ever Leslie.
Many Blessings and Happy New Year to you.
xxLiz
Beautifully painted image of surrender. Thank you Lesley for such simplicity of truth.
Thank you, Sherri, we really do surrender more each day when we’re willing, and it opens up so much love. Grateful!
When I was living in Southern California I made it a point to go to the furthest point from land to ocean that I could.
I would sit there for hours and pray. Leaving all my cares and problems in the deep
Beautiful, Lawrence. The ocean really does have that effect, with its vastness and depth. Thank you for the reminder.
I’m grateful for your words, which bring hope that the spiritual journey entails the learning of achievable skills that can be honed with practice and by dependence upon a Master swimmer.
I liked this poem very much. I spoke to me and I remember moments exactly like this given to me by my Master.
This is such an exquisite teaching for both soul those who write through the channeling of the Shabda through soul. It moved me to tears. ?
Each time I read this I imagine the swimming Master. I imagine the ocean with all the intricacies and its million lifeforms all swimming in one glorious dance of love. Thank you my friend.
Beautiful!!!!!
Beautiful. Thank you.