Only This

At first I swam in the ocean believing the water to be all that there is. Alone I swam in the depths of the murky waters.

One day I saw a light and followed it towards the edge of the water. Past the edge I could not breathe nor could I swim.

With each dream of flying in the air above, the heavier the water seemed to press against my body.

What if only death awaits beyond the water? What if life belongs only to the ocean?

With each leap I would seek to fly somewhere else. With each splash the sky refused to carry me.

Until at last I stopped swimming. At once the ocean became as clear and boundless as the sky.

i can no longer see the line that divides here from there. There is only this.

Wherever this is that I am, in this moment it feels like flying.