Neutral Bouyancy


Neutral Buoyancy

Returning to our breath

Image of author on recent dive, taken by Dive Tribe Guam

Forcing a wave or rushing a dive — expending air — depleting energetic homeostasis. Enter the depths — deep within the sea of oceanic home welcoming embrace.

Deep dive — diving deeper — in unknown realities. Black butterflies flyby — mystical drawing of a daydreamer’s drifting thoughts — painting the Canvas of Life yet again, effortlessly.

Breathe in — up goes the buoyancy flow — rising with greater speeds if breath is left unchecked. Breathe out — down goes the rhythmic bobbing ascending to descend — rocket ships depth seeking return.

Pause

Observe

Every inhalation — releasing the rising pressures — returns the favorable exhalations. Like the ebb and flow of surfaced waves — we bob toward the stars — or sinking oblivion’s depths.

Balance is restored

Observe

Just as the sunken ship calls to the divers — like a mermaid calling to the seaman’s delight — the crashing waves command the surfer’s rite. Inner-world unfolding — outer-gaze withholding — one wrestles with the crashing sounds — the other effortlessly paddling in neutral buoyancy.

Mastering the breath — paddleboarder fusing — shredding with floating mysterious — onlookers perplexed by his presence. The others head straight in — hoping to catch a wave — whilst the master of breath — paddling parallel to crashing winds — glides right in.

~Ani Po

Image taken by Author

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

Just Another Day


Just Another Day

Or an other day, our daily choice

Superior Falls taken by Author

Another day or an other day — we get to choose from our first breath and every step along the way. We can remotely move or consciously choose. Remaining the same or altering reality with singular thoughts.

A master painter looks to the brush, paints, and canvas to convey a message. Trapped within constructs of reality, released with a single breath. Upon the Canvas — single strokes of pain, gladness and everything in between.

Colors blend or remain incompatible until the end. Vision unnoticed — often just before completion of tapestry found in a single breath, a thought, vision for what might be — hidden beneath life’s surface.

We share our uniqueness with Great Mystery and Mystery returned. With joy, gladness, pain, and suffering, we express our world as eyes interpret our Canvas of Life. We give and receive at the beginning and end of another day.

Repetition or interchanging, interweaving each diurnal course — we get to choose. Whether forty-eight years of self or thirty years of togetherness, today is our day to shine, paint, sing and dance to colors — melodies from the heart.

Just for today, we will have another day, or we shall make An Other Day.

~ 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

Photo by Javardh on Unsplash