Asked to intervene,
tertiary mediator to the physical — spiritual plains.
Removing the bondage,
tethered stitching of protective belief.
Guard against the hungry wolves,
drooling over — leftovers bequeathed by the window’s soul.
Protection against the legality of evildoers,
scratching another from spectrums broader.
It is done — write as the wing — left as it was.
Follow the smoke — find your way home.
We dance — singing to all past, present and future psalms.
Take our hand — into the unknown — forever yours,
back whence we came.
~Ani Po
Thank you for holding this sacred space at KTHT. Thank you Diana C., Spyder. and May More.
Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.
I Should have seen the signs — blown tire on the way to Fisheye — staggered by the desire to reach Master status. Only four more dives — after the next — On the eve of risen book stories of death and dying.
Last two underwater connections — first of the five black tips — last tip taking closer look. Last dive — the crown of thorns placed upon my head — thankfully not on the poisonous hand to the emergency room — riding dreams never making it to our destination.
A day and a half passed by — numbing cheek as if sitting too long — left lower, collapsing with pins and needles. Bent as the roller-coaster rails — so too, the air in the vessels blocking the site around the bend.
Stroked out — hemi-paralysis — collapsing consciously to the floor of the sixth. Kay encouraging me to speak — Miss Susie sells seashells by the seashore — I couldn’t say it then, sober, or any other condition.
Emergency room — robodoc — cat scan contrasting TPA. Intensive care — from one to the next — now checked in as Unknown Tango. Dive team — led by Dr. Nemo and first mate — interviews with the strangest of maneuvered requests. We need to get you in the tank now.
Six hours later — rigorous neuro-testing — 100% oxygen saturation at a depth allowing nitrogen’s gentle escape. Tipping the saturation of oxygen toxicity — assuring all nitrogen has evacuated.
Returning to the last line — previously in Black Tip, White Tip — four weeks of healing remain. Puzzle pieces floating about — seeing the past months before — more signs of something more.
Bent
Stroke
Chamber
Recovery
Petechiae Rash
Tracing steps
Feeling off for some time
Leading up to the event
Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.
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