Unconscious, trees breathe, alive, but not sentient.
Likewise, Â we breathe, knowing few secrets
of the spiritual
in which
we are immersed;
We splash about the unfathomable deep,
teeming with forces
for good
and bad–
Buoyant with life itself,
We drift in the sunshine
Of good days
Of bright tomorrows
Of warm yesterdays—
Heedless of the unseen
invisible lifeguards,
life rafts,
shrill blasts of warning whistles.
And we,
oblivious,
just keep swimming.
Life rafts and shrill whistles — these images made me shudder. You capture moments of helplessness that I certainly have experienced, and I suspect many others will be able to identify with them as well.
We may be oblivious at first, yet then we grow stronger with awareness. You capture that quite powerfully.
Well done!
This is so lovely! The peacefulness and hidden depths of the water come through really well.