The Wind Called my Name


The Wind Called my Name

Stepping into the Canvas with acceptance in my heart

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Stepping into the Canvas the wind called my name…

This is the day
Your life will surely change.
What you do with every breath,
Every step,
Will determine tomorrow.
It may not come,
But continue forward.
Your hands are His.
Your feet walk as Hers.
Your mind shall think like His.
Your Heart transplanted with Hers.
With eyes of hope,
Thoughts in faith.
Your steps shall be with grace
Actions will be of peace.
Yesterday has passed
Leading to today.
Give thanks for every moment before
And to come.
This is the day your life will surely change.

~Ani Po


  • Ani Po translated into Hebrew is I am here
  • Similarly, in Old Hawaiin, translated into Beautiful Spirit

Whether a declaration of I am Here or a self-reflection of an inner beauty, it has become a pen name or a voice that translates vibrational tones onto this page.

Loop pedal activated with As we are now


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

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Kindness: One day, yes maybe so, one day it will return

It is not necessary to finger me gesturing number one, succeeding your harrowing travels on interstate forty-three. Speeding up with nowhere to go and riding another’s tailcoat, repeating discourteous ways.

Entering salt mines, feelings of joy accessing unknown, quickly squelched by a subordinate whose corn flakes got crapped on. Then, again and again, customer after customer, lashing out, angry, bitter, frigid souls have they become.

Amplifying amplitudes, pandemics hold increasing in strength. Lost remedies transfigured and disfigured, interactions fading away, turning to dream worlds for safety and clarity. Oh, how I yearn for a smile, warming interactions, versus the shit-storm, knee-jerk reactions.

Tired and warn the others may be, cranky, lost, no longer able to think for themselves. Told how to be, where to go, and levies soon to break, we are left with humans on auto-pilot, not-knowing dispatched reality.

Sniffing out what was lost, making every attempt to spark some joy. A failed attempt, for the greatest still gone missing, hope remains within our reminiscing. One day, yes maybe so, one day, kindness will return.

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Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder and allow inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared and more importantly the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh

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