Sitting on a dead, rotten corpse of an old Sequoia, quieting the mind and all days before, pending ancient wisdom as if by courier’s arrival. Be still and know that I Am peace, love, and everything painted from unicorns to grizzly beasts of an unfriendly sort.

Buzz, little bee, stingers sheathing approach as if tired from South America’s journey — landing to rest but for a minute on opened flesh. Blistered in the sun, watering holes waiting for drunkard bizarre, piercing droplets and oceans of memories breath, taking what is needed.

Sharing flesh and blood with another, meditating on the entire cosmic approach of self and collective whole, awaiting guided steps from ancestral and masters alike, planetary message received.

“Thank you for sharing yourself at a time of this tiresome journey. Your generosity will be rewarded — following my brothers and sisters of flight and those who crawl through the night.”

Your attentive gaze, wistful thoughts, and open ears new found modus operandi, stage of your well-being — trust this, and ye shall not be led astray. Call to the winds, pairing waters with sacred stones, taking flight inwardly to the Akashic knowing of all things.

Fast forward through trials and tribulations apprehensive misleading misfortune, trusting the processes of death and rebirth — allowing all things return unto center. The time will declare itself anew with a deeper understanding of truths foretold and gifted unto thee.

That day has come to eat crow, witnessing deceit of another wounded soldier’s ambiguity-filled ill-intent, only to distract from the chosen path all along. Crooked roads meant for deeper exploration, leading once again to the zero-point reality of resetting self and redirecting attention to outwardly evolutionary shedding of skin and reptilian brain processing speeds.

Years are passing by, seeking golden eggs laid by favorable goose, falling short — nearly flat upon the face of an already broken soul lost within their mind. Quantum entanglement spreads her wings, invitation sent by mysterious’ shadows of the night stalking, or was it a squelching of sorts, kicked right in the Gulliver’s privately owned fork in the road.

Revolutionary tips her hat, giving signs from the bull-pen, the pitch is up, involution knowing — a pre-existing condition of mind, body, and spirit colliding at light speed’s superinvolution from inner to outer cosmic returning favorable means, likewise outer to inner knowing — it was always there from the beginning.

~ Ani Po

Thank you Jean Carfantan for this prompt, as I allowed it float away and return with its own wings of understanding. With no decoder ring, as Marcus likes to call it, I leave it to the reader — expanding their own consciousness/understanding of self and words hovering on the page.

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