Breath Submerged in Water

I walked through dreams of nature,

feeling with my hands what I could not see.

I walked through the channel of my eyes as the gates stilled the springs,

and I floated in the limitless expanse of a sea of my dreaming.

I walked through dreams until I found that they are both
the well-spring and receptacle of reality,

and nature is the image of God

reflected off the placid surface of truth in Dream.

I am drowning off my hindrances behind the gates

whence flow the waters of dreams;

I am submerged in this ocean

without bottom or shore or surface or end,
and as I float, suspended

in limitless waters of light and of shadow,

I am breathing.

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I am breathing.