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

An Invitation to Inner Peace


An Invitation to Inner Peace

Choosing to dance to inner solace

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Early on in Oljita’s coming out — obsessed with the collective grinding of fingers bones — noticing very little flesh left on his phalangeal pointers. Something had to give — before the levy breaks — washing everything away, drowning in personal misery and fear-ridden monkey-mind thought.

Were the others pretending — on prescribed or social medications? The accuser — Oljita making the shift — stepping into an arena foreign to him.

They are so happy! How can they possibly be so happy? 

Mateo greets Oljita, “what troubles you, Oljita?” 

How can they be so happy?

It is merely a feeling that grows from within. Feed this happiness, and it continues to sprout new branches — reaching for the skies with unlimited knowing — we are all here at once. Chaotic spirits play tricks on our inner psyche — pushing the peaceful self-illustrated being out to pasture.

Studying the masses — tormentors and blissful entities all around — noting the movements are either constructive or destructive — Oljita must choose which dance to partake in.

Invitation sent out — all are welcome — beings of inner turmoil and energetic shape-shifting creators presenting even more. They came in drones — an overwhelming response — to the invitation for a peaceful resolution.

Hearing what they had to say — Oljita decided to follow in the Creator’s footsteps — warrior-like mentality — never really pausing to hear what others think. Maybe just a little — with discernment of footings beat to what comes next.

Once lost — Oljita bought into the building of empirical stature and leaving legacies in his wake — falling flat on his face a thousand times, only to get up and go at it again. Missing the signs — written in the stars, book titles dropping into his lap, and even words piercing his heart — choosing to mimic ‘the others.’

Poverty thinking — is what he heard — thundering voices demanding his attention — until the noise was too great — no longer able to drown it out by addictions numbing tale. Poverty thinking — magnetic pulling of others’ poverty thinking until the levy broke — sink or swim to the other shores is what Oljita was left to sort.

Swim dammit! Telling himself with a similar deafening voice — as the ones calling to him before. Who’s voice is this? Matters not, but whether you listen to this inner voice.

Oljita steps into a valley of death — taking anywhere from a month to years of having to cross the baron desert — not knowing what awaits on the other side. Having to leave everything behind — with only a small canister of water and whatever morsels he found in the valley — spending years studying the rotten corpses left here to die.

Emerging on the other side — there truly is a land of milk and honey — angelic horns playing for yet, another arrival of warrior’s tune. Oljita climbs from the pit of despair — stepping into the ease of what may be or unknowing of day’s bringing forth.

Spirit-lifting physical and mental exhaustion — mana filling every cell — Oljita morphs for the first time. Transferring into a hawk — flying to greater heights — seeing for the first time with greater perspective.

From hawk to bear, a panther to the serpent — aware of thoughts in collective harmony and disharmony alike — Oljita sits on the hillside with his new friend Smokey Joe. Sharing a prayer — releasing all thoughts — poverty and abundant wishes passing like the westerly winds — he transforms into the prayer itself. Like a puff of smoke passing with the Creator’s breath — present are they, who speak without saying a word.

~ Ani Po


Thank you Somsubhra Banerjee, Priyanka Srivastava, and the whole Literary Impulse community for sharing this piece.

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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Leaving Lyrics on the Page


Leaving Lyrics on the Page

Heart songs for all to hear

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Entering sacred space
tortures of daily blowing in the winds
our heart calls us
to translate the cosmic dust
falling at our feet.

Both sides of the same coin
shadow and light dancing
as lovers learning to connect
from opposite worlds
apart and infinite discerning of truths.

Whispers of solace
calling an inner knowing
of what was and always will be
today and into tomorrow
nevermore squawks the raven.

Short-circuited memories
unfamiliar vibrational pulls
breathing into a deeper understanding
as to why brother squirrel buries his nuts
or hawk circles overhead.

We pause.

We breathe.

Transmuting and integrating realities
for all to witness
singing a new song
healing self and the world abound
we leave it on the page.

~Ani Po


This piece was originally inspired by a comment left by Amy Marley. Sitting on my task pad for almost a year, a voice calls out and tell me it is time. I read the title and Ulf Wolf comes to mind, as he sings his lyrics for all to hear.

Sitting quietly with all our shadows and joyful moments, we learn and grow from each. Understanding we are exactly where we need to be, we instinctively sing for all or nobody to hear — the universe receives our song.


Thank you Diana C., Ravyne Hawke, Spyder, and the whole Know Thyself Heal Thyself family for sharing this dance.

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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