So down , down ,down he goes smooth and silent
down she goes lungs fresh and clean, no bottom in sight
just he and the night. The thinning light of day.
Down they go with ease. The challenge lies ahead
the music playing slow and sweet.
Minutes are like hours to the unknowing, undisciplined , unwilling.
Baptism lies in the slow pulsing of the heart and the knowing deep within that
pleasure and pain ebbs and dances as down, down, down where under the waves to deep blue nothingness and further still as far as will allows.
How long can you linger and keep your head as you strive to return to amniotic bliss, that
place that echoes with muted sound and muffled voices that held your focus.
not in this world but of it.
unborn aquanaut
So down you go to crushing penance
to blue and cold to the limit and to what end.
to return is unwritten because the ultimate gamble
now the die is cast
to will the last ounce of life from lungs now flat.
To rise to life or remain in stasis
or so it seems
depleted logic dictates that you may well stay
below, beneath the waves
choose life
arise.
I was blindsided by a movie called The Big blue or Le Grand Bleu. 1988.
Now a free-diving cult film. Haunting and lovely. Man And his yearning To transcend
himself.