Bits of shell are burrowed in the sand, their scalloped surface broken again and again by the violent rush of the sea. But now the water is calm like the intaken and expelled breath of a meditation. The waves' approach and retreat follow their own rhythm, alternately inviting and sonorous.
|"Spirit & Life" by Tom Fleming|
And just as the sun gives its flames to the sea, the moon pours its milk upon its surface. Moving ribbons of light stretch across an infinite plain where sea and sky are one unbroken whole and fishes swim upside down in the heavens.
I dive again into an explosion of color, am awash in sealight, immersed in a dense population of fish, a curtain of moving shapes that parts to let me through. I feel as though I've swallowed the sun, am transformed into a disc of light. My body undulates and glides. An abrupt twist of my fins and I am propelled in a new direction. I glide through a kaleidoscopic seascape of tiger, leopard and sun fish.
My world is topsy-turvy. Fishes swim in sky and water, and stars line the ocean floor. One particularly radiant star pulls me into its center. I am woven in a nexus of cobalt blue, spinning in a mandala of light and color, a whirling dervish, startling in my intensity. Spinning and alive. Gradually, the velocity of my spins lessens. I must surface and drink the semen rich fluid of the moon, allow its cleansing milk to wash my skin before I swim to shore and rise from the water with dawn.