Drifting in the water

Drifting in the water in my boat

I did not want to keep myself afloat

Should I dive into the water pure

From what disease is dying a good cure?

I did not know which way I ought to go.

So I let my  boat along the water flow

There are deeper currents we can’t see

Will their wisdom kill or make us free?

Top and bottom, underneath, within.

Underneath the calm, the turmoil wins

All we have to do is keep afloat

Sitting in our little rowing boat.

Up above and down and all around

I hear the sound of laughter free unbound

New dimensions enter these old eyes.

We are only dead when we have died