My face is the only thing exposed. Yet I always feel naked in this liquid element. Open and free. I sit where the sun and moon play tug-of-war. A place where vulnerability is a given, not an option. Somehow sitting out here drifting into eternity, brings me back to true reality.
It reminds me-
That what we think is safe, building walls and the like, is actually self torture- cruel and unusual punishment.
That vulnerability is strength.
That surrendering is the utmost victory.
That confusion, if you water and nurture it, is a seed of understanding.
That exposure is bliss.
That acceptance creates new worlds.
And that love and kindness are the ultimate currencies.