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