Beneath The Winds

You swim in your bed of liquid bliss,
flowing with currents and splashes underneath,
giving no thought to what’s beyond or above,
only traveling beyond if it’s what you do
or rising above if it’s in your nature,
paying no heed to winter in full bloom
or the draft of suffering winds.

You simply move and see and react
and breathe in the way that you do,
a way I wish for upon every rippling star,
so I can swim in my bed of liquid bliss
and flow with currents and splashes underneath,
giving no thought to what’s beyond or above,
shedding the draft of suffering winds.

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