Breathe in.
The lungs fill with air, buoyant the body rises above the water.
Flight is imminent but still beyond the wingtips.
Breath out.
As the breath leaves the body it sinks below the water.
Cocooned in its fluid body.
Breathe in.
Again rise.
Breathe out.
Again sink.
Such as the rhythm of life; Breathe is life.
Be at one with the water.
Seek not its rise of waves, melt into its depths. Flowing as the river seeking even deeper earth.
Be not the first to arrive, crashing against the stone wall.
Instead rest upon its lower currents and settle last at the door of Heaven.