Slipping into cool dark waters, finger tips, mapping the grain gently rest upon the edge of a wooden jetty. Tipping my head back, water fills my ears and caresses my eyelids. Below, reaching into the fathomless depths, kicking, I feel nothing but the swirl of current between my toes. Above, silently hang still rivers of gossamer mist infused with soft light that reflects upon the waters formless, undulating surface.
Pushing off, I feel no fear. I am home, swimming in the infinite expanse of Soul.
Anima 