The Pearl Diver

The Pearl Diver

The pearl diver didn't consider himself a survivor.  He dived into the abyss because of the bliss.  He would do anything for this.  It wasn't a matter of death and it wasn't a matter of holding his breath.  It was like when he touched the bottom of the sea he could truly see.  It was the only place he wanted to be.  It was like he was meant to go on every descent.  It was like he could push himself to the greatest extent.

Some pearl divers would try.  Some pearl divers would die and some pearl divers would ask why.  He did it because he was committed.  It was a calling.  It was like the autumn leaves were gently falling.  It was like a gentle dream that he kept recalling.  Some would say he could make the mermaids come out to play.  Some would say it was because he was ill and that he had souls to still.  Some would say that we needed to understand that he wasn't a man and that he was simply a shark that had a taste for the dark.  What they didn't know is that the water lit within him  a spark.

Nothing could douse the flames.  For him diving wasn't a game.  He swam with aim with which to see into infinity with which to find serenity.  It was a place that could not be touched by his enemies.  It was as though he had been kissed by a starfish.  Forever he would feel surreal in a peace that would never cease.  It wasn't a trick and it was interesting that he never got sick.  He raced to greet the morning sun. It wasn't a day of work.  It was a day of fun.  No widow would ever weep for his soul to keep because he lived to see what gives.  Time stood still.  It waited unabated for him to explore the sea floor only to ascend again with a wide open grin.  He  had a power that dwelled to have swelled from deep within.

Before diving some would stare, some would mentally prepare and still others would just despair.  He really didn't care.  For him water was just like breathing air.  All he knew is that he wanted to get there.  It was like he belonged to the whale's song.  It was a melody without malady or tragedy.  It was a sublime rhyme sang in the key of a wishful blissful paradigm, making for a divine pantomime. For the pearl diver this is his chance to dance.  This is his wish to kiss the starfish.  This is his wish to touch the abyss.

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When the sea becomes a part of me.

October 13^th, 2013