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Monday, January 04, 2010
The Zen of Swimming
by Justine C. Tajonera
I breathe in and out,
my legs kick outward
like a frog,
my hands gather
together and
push gainst
the water,
I move forward
a foot at
a time.
There is nothing but
me and the
water and
my breath.
There is nothing
to think about,
nothing to weigh,
there is only my
body suspended
in an element
neither hot
nor cold.
The blood in my
body listens
to the flow
of the water.
(Jan. 4, 2010)
Image from http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhockens/3972610159/
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