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

Elmer Fudd


Elmer Fudd

Rabbit Season — Duck Season

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Pop, pop, pop,
goes the weasel yet pops.
Break of dawn
sounds of battlefields
when will they stop?

Send in the hounds
AI disrupting the calls.
Two in boat
retrievers for the man
laying on his back.

Old ways retrieving
shorthairs gone.
Now trolling motors
waiting with extended site
to collect carnage left in wake.

Hours passing by
pop, pop, pop
goes the cannons call.
Returning to the scene
of the crime
bagging and tagging a few more.

Daffy, Bugs, and Elmer
arguing to what day it is.
When will it stop?
a fortnight, maybe times two.

Walking water’s edge
Chequamegon Bay
tainted by bloodshed
of a foul and disturbing thought.

Hunter’s claim
yet another soul.
Lost are the free
spirited quackers
bathing in blood of their brothers and sisters.

~Ani Po

Hunter in upper left corner — laying duck blind. Retriever in lower right — powered by trolling motor. Photo by Author

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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Beautiful Soul


Beautiful Soul

Beautiful Spirit

Photo by Author

Beautiful Spirit,
Beautiful Soul.
Flesh to dust,
Flight to the ocean.
Heart cracks open,
Spirit enters through.

Filling void,
That is all there is.

Barren land,
fruitful crops.
Alone,
One with all.
To the mountains,
Down the river flow.
Heart cracks open,
Spirit enters through.

Filling void,
That is all there is.

Beautiful Spirit,
Beautiful Soul.
Flesh to dust,
Flight to Ocean.
Core root tree,
Orange, red, Green.

~Ani Po


Thank you Thomas Plummer, David Rudder, Francine Fallara –, Gurpreet Dhariwal, Rita Duponty, and all editing staff for hosting these words.


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

Photo by Javardh on Unsplash