Diving Bell Dream

 DIVING BELL DREAM

Alone. 

I descend into the deep blue sea, 

deeper and deeper into the void 

until darkness surrounds me.

I am conscious,

tethered to the umbilical of the mother ship above. 

I exist in this cold netherland, 

breathing, floating, thinking.

I imagine I am Jonah 

trapped in the whale, 

imprisoned in the depths of its belly

and bowels of the ocean.

I think 

I must be dreaming. 

I want to awake from this nightmare, 

this foreboding isolation.

Suddenly I surrender my fear. 

I realise Allah is absolute. 

There is none greater than Him. 

This is His realm, not Poseidon's, not mine. 

And then,

I slowly ascend, into the blue, into the light. 

I am free. 

Alive.

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