Swimming

Swimming

While in the bluest water

I let myself flow and am one with the universe.

I count my stars and name my blessings.

Nothing seems a mystery,

everything is clear. My name

means lily, white and luscious, clear and flowing.

My sign is connected to the earth, but I am flowing.

If my name means lily, it must be a water-

lily, like in a japanese garden, my name

thus connects me with the rocks, the Zen-universe

and everything else is a mystery.

I count my blessings

and they are plenty, I stroke my blessings

and they curl in my lap like the flowing

body of a purring cat. I  know that life is a mystery

and yet I feel I know the depth of the water

I cross. I am not afraid to talk to the universe

and feel it answers every question. Its name

is always Yes and never Maybe. Its name

is written in gold on the charts of your blessings.

I am not afraid to walk in my universe

or even swim - part of it is flowing

part of it is water.

I was a swimmer in a former life - that is a mystery.

I have solved every mystery

in a former life. I have known it all, the name

of every star. While my arms part the water

I remember those days and my blessings.

I remember to have known everything - flowing,

I was not to separate from the universe

I swam in. Now I have to learn anew. The universe

hides its answers and whispers "mystery".

I part the blue wet cloud, my head is flowing

underneath. I see the earth, I see my name

and the waves with foaming crowns deliver my blessings.

I am born to live in the water.

An earth sign though, with the name of a water lily and

the blessings of a Japanese monk, discipline, quietude,

flowing in the middle of a universe, bearing its mystery.