As I swim out, through the channel of the hidden lagoon, embracing the torrent of waves through my scaly body, I feel the fullness. Whirling and drifting – powerful impulses from my fin and arms push me into the clouds of plankton. The cold of the most ancient depths reaches up with gentle hands for me. Luckily I’m smooth and fast. My body is filled with joy and strength. Take me, oh high motherly sea. Devour me and receive my sparkling love for the vastness.

Just darkness and distant, flickering shimmer around me. Time slips by like the foaming spray between the overgrown rocks of my shore. Now and then – when I am is where I am is nowhere. Only the direction of the currents and the taste of the water guide me. Centering, like a lover’s cool kisses in lovemaking.