There was a lake so glassed and still, I lost the line where sky met sill: Where water ended, dream took hold, Its surface calm, its secret cold. I stood there, caught in quiet trance, Not knowing depth demands a chance. I waded in, unhurried, slow, Forgot the one thing I should know- That I had never learned to swim, The water climbed past every limb. I sank past warmth, past sound, past air, The bottom held no wonder there. I am dying, crossed my mind, When something pulled me from behind - I broke the surface, gasping for air, Alive again, pulled from despair. A voice arrived, unhurried, clear, And spoke the words I needed near. “You saw the surface, called it whole, Mistook a glimpse for something’s soul. There’s so much more than what you see From dry, safe ground, from certainty. To know a life, you must descend, Not watch it pass, but comprehend.” “Life holds a surface, and a floor - You cannot skim it and want more. Don’t just observe it, standing near - Dive into both your hope and fear. Accept the drowning, and the rise , Only the deep will make you wise.”
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