Dive! Dive! Dive!

Dive! Dive! Dive!

Getting some bottom time

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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.

Joseph Lieungh

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Writing a New Canvas


Writing a New Canvas

Left alone to do what the hearts calls us to do

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Thousands of miles away — new songs are presented. Islands faded memories — a glimpse into futures fold — past and present colliding.

Feet finally reaching the surfaced shores — glancing outwardly — nothing in sight for days. Inward returns — present for mystical arrivals of spirits residing.

Kepuha approaches in a hollowed vessel — asking, “What took you so long to get here?” Continued mocking on Hagatna shores — “did you bring your drum?”

No. Empty-handed but heart-songs ready to blend with ancient tunes — “that will do” — better get on with it then. Wait, before you go, Have you met The One Who Listens?

With a big Chamarro smile, “I have.” In the blink of an eye — chief Kepuha was gone. Till we meet again — welcome to the island — voices echoing in winds gusty form.

~Ani Po


Thank you Marilyn Glover, and the whole Third-Eye-Ascension family for holding this sacred space.

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.

Joseph Lieungh

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