Purging Lower Vibrational Thought


Purging Lower Vibrational Thought

Tapping into something greater

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There is a doorway to all there is — often heavy, thick, and locked from both sides. No entry — with heartstrings pulling us through — heart-song playing its magical tune.

Studied are the barriers to life’s mysterious flow — hinges breaking free — locks freely opening — gaining access as if right on time. Enters the student — eyes wide — anticipation mounting.

The vibrational beat plays — snapping fingers and whistling tunes flowing through — songs of deliverance and healing are the past, present and future true. The heart opens — ancestral callings, celestial guidance — simultaneous kundalini awakening.

Serpent’s tail — swallowed whole — year’s promising truth unveiling everything at once. Seeking — year after year — ends at the doorway’s gift of a forever song.

Free as the bird — singing to greet the morning’s tale — sharing the gift given. Embodied are we — to Canvas’ flow — remaining steadfast to nature’s call.

~Ani Po


Much gratitude for The Howling Owl, Marilyn Wolf, Viraji Ogodapola, Zay Pareltheon and all those screeching through.

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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Free as a Bird


Free as a Bird

Singing to greet the morning’s tale

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No longer bound to what is expected — spun to the rack — stretching of thoughts beyond recognition. We are centered — non-attached to clicks, likes and other social stigmatic plays.

Absent to the masses — like a ghost in a sacred mist — presenting heart-song for those in need. Snapping fingers, clicking heels — tooth pulling no longer true. Present are we.

Enters the Dragon — serpentine pulling of jaded past — slithering forward songs in expansive amusement. I Am. Believing in greater — songs of transforming truth — expansive ambiguity — heart embodied to All there Is.

Sing! Sing motherfucker, sing! That is what he said once before.

And so it was written.

~Ani Po


Thank you for holding this sacred space at KTHT. Thank you Diana C.and May More.

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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