Recalling the last time I sported a BC and regulator — newest dive buddy a pure natural — tilting backwards off a little dingy boat into the Caribbean Sea. Or the time before — confronting a fisherman anchored to the protected reef — Captain, I am ready; give me the sign.
Dive! Dive! Dive!
Knife made ready — sinking to the bottom like a torpedo released by a sub — locating the anchor and cutting the line. Anchor as a trophy — adding to the Captain’s collection — a sense of fulfillment in saving the reef that day.
With groupers, jewfish, and various sharks — none the threat more than lack of human thought — piercing the heart of a local reef. The memories — logged for future gaze — warm my spirit, thinking that today is the day.
Today, I return to the sea — bottom time guaranteed — two boat dives as usual. Camera-ready — a sense of home calls me to the depths of the ocean floor.
~Ani Po
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.
If anything, these past thirteen weeks have brought — is peace to my days — trading chaotic form to joyful melodies filled with laughter and self-free-giving — infinite love to those filling my seconds.
Quieter and quieter becoming — curiouser and curiouser quoted snippets of understanding deep within my soul.
Each new day — perplexed by the length of my thoughts — I witnessed the tug-of-war playing in my mind. Silence goes the tuba’s bellowing fear — pain’s affliction lost in a time not far away — present becoming evermore present with every releasing breath.
Quieter and quieter becoming — curiouser and curiouser quoted snippets of understanding deep within my soul.
Throwing in the towel — quill’s eagerness lessoning our pull — merely present are we — songs glistening of nothingness and everything all the same.
Paralleled by the thoughts floating at our window pains — twinkling in the eyes deepest of glares. An emptiness fills with fullness — paradoxical moments reserved for the quieted mindful sages’ annihilation of given pathways to how it is supposed to be.
Quieter and quieter becoming — curiouser and curiouser quoted snippets of understanding deep within my soul.
Quoting Jared from the pretender — pretending to be something more than what the world asks them to be — becoming who and what the day requires him to be.
It truly is a game of play — no longer playing with the others in the big box of sand — creating a space for self to revisit, recreate, and rediscover. How one plays in this game is set anew — the choice depends on the song left to sing.
Quieter and quieter becoming — curiouser and curiouser quoted snippets of understanding deep within my soul.
Paralleled Universe comes alive — blissful nothingness to cosmic orgasmic flight — we are becoming.
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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