Captain’s Log: Keeping Gaze on Horizon’s Page

Captain’s Log

Keeping gaze on horizon’s page

Last boat ride of potential last dive — photo by author

It has been at least thirteen weeks since my last entry.

It matters not.

Difficulty with left-hand typing — strengthening songs, lighting fingertips trusted sparking true.

It matters not.

Was it the TPA? or the chamber? Offering relief to left-sided paralysis.

It matters not.

Thought or no thought, where does the mind wander these days? Much easier to ‘turn off’ the mind, drawing a blank on the blank canvas of a page.

It matters not.

Petechiae rash flares up weeks after decompressing in a chamber’s dive hour six. Circulatory systems fail — before, after, and present after writing off future bottom time.

It matters not.

Primary care. Neurologist. Rheumatologist. Vampire bite — more testing — maybe even an Immunologist nosey wonderings — I’m losing track of this journey of not knowing. BP is skyrocketing — no amount of meditation is bringing it down.

WTF?! still…

It matters not.

I could spin a thousand times — creating stories and theories of just and unjust. Quiet the mind — focusing on the meaning of said circulatory system. Blockage. Failure. Heart pumping a thousand times greater.

It matters not.

Trusted is the one — fallen to the bottom of the murky seas — knowing that all will clear eventually. Slowing the breath — voiding thoughts — knowing the answers are coming — or they are not.

~ Ani Po

Thank you

 for holding this sacred space at Know Thyself, Heal Thyself.

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

Photo by Javardh on Unsplash

In Between the Waves


In Between the Waves

Riding the winds of change — sitting with all there is

Photo taken by Author

No thoughts with waves crashing through — one after another — the attention of seekers and knowers whomever will attune. Violent winds kicking up the swells — binding us to love’s harbor — stillness prevailing as we observe the magnitude of passing storms.

At the center of the rising melancholic blues — whispers of tranquility remain. Observe the observer, observing all thoughts floating in cosmic proportion — not attaching to any one thing or all things alike.

Long has the sun gone — three days since the warmth of your embrace — likewise the emptiness of the promising kiss of moonlight’s unspoken words. Alone are the wise — caught between worlds — suffering and miraculous knowing of creative deliberation.

We remain here, now, past, present, and future. Caught in the middle again, or chosen beings of in between. Allowing these moments to be accepted, acknowledged, and held silently for another day.

Photo taken by Author

Unfinished — hard stop.

Arriving as we are called to be.

~Ani Po


Thank you Katherine Myrestad, and the whole editing staff of Soul Magazine for expanding this space in love. May light and mystery continue to flow.

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

Photo by Javardh on Unsplash