When feeling like digging deep into ground head down
Stop all music
In a quiet room, lay a different way
Body distortion, body contortion
Breathe, from tummy
Back in the time of Vishvamitra,
Making love under the sunlight
Your hand on my hand
And an orange flood of light
Warm hues in the sky, earth, and the seas
Yellow mellow scents; orange blossoms and a crowd of marigolds
A joining together type of feeling
A trusting zen-like breathing
Oh, where’re u gonna go?
I’m just gonna lay down and stare
Hot air nags and tugs the burning skin. Just cut through all the nonsense and dive in. Power swim across this deceivingly peaceful shark tank. Plunge away from every little thing. Rinse away the pain and the anxiety. Motor your way through life. Just keep swimming.
Swim for survival.
Swim to breathe.
Swim to finally be.
Four laps to fifty, swim to infinity.
Swim to be free; you don’t belong to anybody. Swim like the fish; scaled, slippery and eyes focused. Swim in a world that’s completely blue; blue skies and blue ground, as they rotate round and round. Head up, head down.
One two three, four five six. Life is numerical, life is simple.
Soul is the body, and the body is powerful, almighty,
Instinct becomes the new religion.
Life becomes real.
There’s no reservations and no denial; there’s just the pure and sacred holy truth.
You’re an animal,
teeth gritted and skin bared.
The only thing you smell is sex and survival.
The only thing that matters is to just keep swimming, keep breathing.
She was born amidst an ocean of marigolds, unravelling herself within the golden globe