Looking up into the black pool,
I am filled with wonder,
Where only a few have swam before.
Its a curious thing to expect to get wet,
From walking among the sun and the moon.
From swimming among the stars of the earth,
Ones that hold no ambition or desire,

I wonder if I swim alone, in a lonely black pool of thought,
or are there others up here with me.
Waiting to Splash me with their ideas,
Or bless me with their wisdom.

Or maybe there is a sea serpent,
waiting at the bottom of the black pool,
Would it lash out at me?
And constrict around me like the boundaries and limitations of the shore?
Or would it embrace me?
And free me from the limitations and boundaries of my mind.