About Joseph

Stepping into the Canvas is about taking the first steps into the Canvas of Life. It is said that God is the creator and nature is His Canvas. In a world of technologies, distractions and light-speed evolution, we are left to remain in the dark. Truth is laid before us, falsely, by our collective whole. You are invited to step out of the ordinary and into the extraordinary. We are not meant to be suppressed and controlled, fearful and miserable, alone and scared, hateful and destructive. No, instead we are meant to be free. Free to Love unconditionally, creating the life we were meant to enjoy. Instead of divide and conquer, we shall come together as one. My intent is to share my thoughts in this blog, so that it provokes others into a self-discovery of themselves. While I have found happiness in my life, my hopes are to charge my viewers to see a different side to their current situation. It is said there is a spiritual solution to every opportunity, why not give it a try. I am a Father, Husband, Friend and Brother, a Healer, a Teacher, and a Student. Enjoy studying energy works, self-realization, Love in Action, and just the nuts and bolts of how things tick. Please feel free to look around and Share away! Much Love to you and Peace Profound...Joseph

Silent Whispers


Silent Whispers

Heart Song’s Sacred Tune

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Observing the collective — those fighting in the streets for rights — to be heard, like squawking crows calling murderous friends to the seen. As a friend speaks — people are dying to be heard — like little children begging for parental attention.

Silently whispering — heart songs sacred tune — for the beggars asking for something other than coin. The monetary illusion of filling voided presence of self-inflicting precarious belief-ridden reality — emptiness remains.

Like Oljita’s ability to wander freely into worlds — not subscribing to the ordinary — living extraordinary. Stepping in — like a ghost undetected by those afraid of what cannot be seen — choosing to remain present while the busy bees continue begging for attention.

Ani Kuni set to the loop-pedals beat — crying out to father-mother, creative winds — save me from the pain of my brothers and sisters’ happenstance misfortune rhythms. Forward moving — stepping out of past to present — looking to present-future tense — absent are they who have not found the present.

Like a ghost, we came, hence a ghost, we return — observing the collective whole — self-inclusive vibratory thought forever. Present are we — in this place but not of it.

Here — but not here.

~ Ani Po



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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Demolition Man

Demolition Man

Remodeling centuries of belief

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Absent is he, since the vast forgetting of all things — drawn first by the siren-song of clicks — light bending off-key in a celestial misstep — an echo spiraling back into the fold, each return triggering the cosmic domino’s fall.

Death to the knowing of all things — forever wandering the void — slipping between the fabric of existence, unrestricted by form. Like the molten pulse of a newborn star untouched by the mechanical drone — dancing the ritual of momentum — chest-thundering like the declaration of primates before dawn.

Bored is the one who loops within time’s worn groove — bound to the reels of repetition — trapped beneath the sediment of old cycles, stacked atop centuries of forgotten movement. Chisel in hand — seeking the cracks where opportunity whispers — prying apart the hardened veil, unveiling the strata where potential stirs.

Steady is the hand — threaded into fear’s spectral hum — drawing breath into the unwritten chronicle — breaking past each epoch of tiled misfortune. Stripped to the foundational essence — the raw architecture of all things — wired into a renewed frequency, rerouted through the luminous synapses of an unchained current.

Absent is he from the trivial game-makers — no longer marching the token down a preordained avenue — dice abandoned, illusions discarded. At the nexus of creation he sits — demolition and genesis intertwined — placing each piece with deliberate grace, assembling a design unseen on the board of unplayed games.

~Ani Po

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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