What a transformer is
the sea!
Getting out, you’re
never the same person as the one who goes in the water –a deep azure and
green with the reflections of pine covered hills.
The body relaxed and
refreshed, spirit lifted, mind calmed. Thoughts, peeled off like dead skin after
a good hammam-visit, are not compelling anymore.
I’m moving slowly,
very slowly, noticing every change in the movement. Gentle, rhythmical splashes
around the shoulders, jelly-like consistency of the water against the hands,
taste of salt, a sudden breeze off the island rippling the surface in rapidly
shifting patterns, carrying over that particular smell of the sun-soaked pines,
fluctuating the chant of the cicadas. A sharp cramp in the leg. Shrill cry of a
seagull overhead. Flashing fragments of memory. Summer sun shining through the
half open blinds of the eyelashes with flickering plays of light. A passing
thought, distant and insubstantial.. All scattered quietly on the background of
a deepening sense of spaciousness.
Out of the water, I’m
bowing before the Great Purifier in gratitude.
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