Monthly Archives: December 2020

Celebrate this Life

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Celebrate this Moment

Not for the record spinning wheels of steel, DJ starting countdown, blasting off cosmic adventures. Anticipative walkabout, testing out new swag, bright lights big city traded for Outback’s story-line.

The record skips, scratched, nails across the chalkboard, world standing still, entering lock-down, eternity, infinity as it may.

Neighborly love sharing moments, laughter, tears, Sapphire, and beers, cherished most certainly. Bomb dropped, dreams and aspirations negate, change of plans, soiled underpants shit just got real (Thank you Ricky Baker). All expenses paid to whoever will take us, like Sumerians labeled scarlet letter, rolling dice, location soon to be.

Bayou’s warm hospitality trumped Mickey’s Grand Floridian, draining tub, swirling tornado expressions, dropping the bomb de novo. Worries not celebrations do exist, special dinner, reserving a favorite place, drinks, app, main, even dessert, gone like the wind…frankly I Do give a damn.

Universe spoken word, whispering grounded, pounding tympanic membrane, renovating house inside and out, life’s metaphor laughing in one’s face, peeling layer upon layer, work undone. Embodiment, endearment, cherished moment this is, strapping tool belt, lucky hammer accompanies.

Present moment words transfiguring page, Satsang sings work is never done, back to re-wiring neuropathways, twenty amp circuitry piggy-backed new lighting presents. Pulling heartstrings uncovers granny knitting sweater, coasters in variance, and multiple synapses at play.

Joyous melody plays as Xavier sings: Gather the Hands, sing up to the heavens, and let it rain down on us all. Unforeseen circumstances, as planned all along, it is as it is supposed to be, celebrating life as we ought to be. Medicine woman sings medicine man smoke rings clear, tap, tap, tapping, breaking out in dance fortuitously.

~ Ani Po

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Seriously, I cannot make this story up! At the beginning of the year, in celebration of turning fifty, we made plans to go down under. Visit a few friends, maybe camping in a distant gorge, listening to Elders singing ancient story-lines, uncertain as to where we shall end up. Corona Virus hits, Corona beer stocks drop 80%, name change on demand, Covid-19 was born.

Fuck 2020 song comes on, months into pandemic Australia trip canceled. Borders locked to land down under, no Vegemite sandwiches for this guy. What to do? Unfinished projects calls out in desperation…pick me, pick me! I offer up my tool belt services to the family, objection at first, seriously was the reply.

Plans in place to renovate what was once a porch converted into three seasons room as if that wasn’t enough a fourth season added. With each new layer, uncovering hidden treasures, code violations, and metaphysical realization, laughter, and celebration presents. Sun coming up, carrying a song, forgiveness of all there is, gratitude for this opportunity, love with all my heart as painfully as it may be. It does hurt this love of mine; seriously, Advil is a daily best friend.

What if we do a Zero Dark Fifty? What?! What if we take you on a trip to Florida for your fiftieth birthday? Already set to renovate, I could squeeze in a quickie, right?! We could not tell a soul. Secretly sneaking off for a long weekend was the plan. Yet Covid struck again. Trip canceled.

As if the Birthday plans didn’t get worse, they did. How about we take you out on your birthday, to that favorite place of yours? We could make reservations and have a nice birthday celebration and you can keep renovation plans? Sounds perfect!

Very next day the restaurant burnt down to the ground, reservations were canceled. Guess Zero Dark Fifty means I will be hiding in my cave…in the dark?! As I said, I cannot make this stuff up. Universe has made it loud and clear…You Are Grounded.

So this year I turned fifty. I am not sure what I am to feel…except Joy. I truly do feel great joy, celebrating this moment in time. Building re-creating life as I see fit, painting a New Canvas, co-creating with Great Mystery.

Each moment of life is a reason to Celebrate. It really does not matter whether I am in Australia, Florida, Bahamas, Back porch, or fine dining, the root cause for celebration is Just Being here in this moment of time.

Joseph Lieungh

Illusory or Indubitable

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Illusory or Indubitable
Perceived reality through past, present, and future selves

Past, present, future self-colliding within and without, thinking back to what was, resulting in what is and what may or may not come to be. That moment stepping out of darkness, wishing for brighter days, as if calling bluff to Creator’s nudge, entering brighter days illuminating peace within.

In and out of shadowy caverns, deeper conscious, subconscious, and super as it turns out, beginning with gardening 101, plucking weeds, thinning plants within our plot of fertile land, whispering deepest, innermost secrets, releasing these and many more, until no thought remains.

 

Alchemy 101, if there was such a titled course, negative thought entering a blackened phase, white and red, transmuted, returning whence it came. Fiery phoenix birthing out of the ashes, traveling to distant galaxies, searching for meaning, purpose, at will happenstance, similarities thus far and present near, returning home, centered Claddagh, self and all encountered souls.

What was unseen comes forth to visual light, an explosion of sense, mind-blowing understanding no longer in existence. Things are never what they seem, so we are told, uncertain as to our belief, clinging to what was given, handed down through the ages. Seeking deeper meaning, understanding of all things, this too a remedy for unhealed thought, broken bones, torn ligaments of soul, concussion pre baseline testing, familial trauma, ancestral, lineage work left undone.

One must answer these, not the next or another, alone or guided session entering our innermost alone, afraid of unearthing, mother’s release, gaseous senses dancing uncertainly, focusing on faith, hope and love, hearing this before, till embodying train of thought. Then it is so, heart cracks open two, expansive, vast, consuming cosmic supposition, final fragment thousand-piece puzzle, bled letting of all there is, filling returns All There Is.

Clarity, awakening, life’s metaphorical humorous approach, rhyming and lyrical, transposing images, realities upon the page, Canvas filled layers upon layers, awaiting interpretation, peeling autonomously through the next, slow and methodical, sifting, sorting millions of neuropathways, recreating new connections. Cutting power, working under Freddy Kilowatt’s expression, and pain may come, electrocutions possibility, proceeding cautionary tale, laughing at oneself, witnessing bare-bones, the nothingness of everything.

 

Pausing to tell the tale, nobody cares to hear
just one person remaining lost, desperation holds true
others may not, but this one cares to know
extended hand, do not let go.
Take mine; take yours
many masters walking this road before
we are not alone, cosmic proportions
dormant forces, faculties, coming alive.
Patanjali stating century of the eighth
wisdom, mythical or absolute
individualistic, self-inflicting possessiveness
made up, blowing smoke as usual.

It Just Is.

~Ani Po

Returning to what was, what may be, centered on this moment, layers removed, new growth await, illusory or indubitable, continuing down Great Mysteries road of self-actualization. Now what questionnaire response, the answer remains as it was in the beginning…Chop Wood, Carry Water.

Joseph Lieungh