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Troubled Waters


Sometimes I look down

into the depths of my longing

past my narcissus reflection

gleaming faintly on the rippled surface

far beyond my present face 

floating in this time and space,


and glimpse a vastness so sublime,

as if another universe

in some other time and place

had opened up beneath me

filled with miracle and mystery 


as if angel-troubled waters

swirled in my familiar pool –

calling me to swim – no, dive!

into the deep dark end 

and be transformed 

thus to arrive in the enchanted sea.

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