Length after length.
Trust, 
 letting go.
Love. 
This helped,
  me swim.
Stroke,
  after stroke.
Now swimming. 
Forget all that was,
  and had been.

Moving the body,
 breathing.
Feeling the breath, 
 this is ecstasy.

The flow in writing, 
 where there is expression.
Thoughts and experiences, 
 creating,
 a new meaning for it.

Not remembering,
  where it comes from.
Just being,
  with what is. 

© Krishdga   12.04.17