Diving

Diving.
Into the water.
Into the psych.
Into a trans-personal journey.
Into a fairy-tale space.

The flag is flying.
It fades in the sun.
The daffodils turn crisp and fragrant. 
The grass is getting dry and yellowish.
But the sky is still navy blue.
My mom is alive and my dad too.
For them, I am a gray-haired kid.
It's so amazingly strange.

We live on this planet.
We go to work. We raise our children.
They are playing in the back gardens.
We play role games.
For what reason?
We are hardly beginning to look for meanings
that do not really exist.

And what is over there?
The smell of the soil.
The Sun covered with transparent veil.
The waves on the lake.
A group of fry on the shoal.
The boy throwing white stones into the water.
The fish somewhere out there, in the depths.

Deep diving with no hope to reach the bottom.
This is a way.
This is Tao.


© Valentin Luchenko, 2020