For it flies to high,
Reaching up,
And pulling in,
Is just another sigh.
Follow your own breath,
As you sink in the pond,
Hearing heart,
And feeling cold,
You know in the pond you belong.
Submerged now with fishes,
Thoughts swim around you,
Losing hearing,
And losing sight,
You sense what is true.
Deep in the pond,
Is where you must lay,
For a fish cannot fly,
So in the pond it must stay.
// a Weird Fish poem
