Coming to a Place of Not Knowing


Guest Prompt: week 2, day 1

Coming to a Place of Not Knowing

No Mind, No Thoughts

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These are my thoughts
Written upon a page
Transcribed, transfixed
Transmuted, transfigured alike
What was once no longer the same
What will be will be
Receive abundance and all its mystery
These are my thoughts
Written upon a page
Accepted by self
Allowing its flow
What was What is
It is present moment of the day
These are my thoughts
Written upon a page
Looking out, Looking In
Mirrored reality
Affixed to Great Mystery
These are my thoughts
Written upon a page
Helping me, Helping Thee.


But are they? Thoughts remaining fixed in black and white — if not for today, how long must this be? Just because they reached my thoughts, fingertips turning ideas into print, does that make them real? Can one not change thoughts a thousand times within a day?


At this moment in time, giving witness to personal thoughts as real as they have come this way, forefront thought processes, jumping out of shadows and doubt. Stumped again with each new day rising from the depths of my soul, collective sadness imparted upon my head, giving way to flooded gates opening and shedding layers of anguishing purpose-giving hatred or fearful thoughts.

Present-day reminded of no thought transpiring, mushin no shin, empty hands awaiting intent, embracing all possibilities, reminded yin or yan of thought transference Great Mystery remains. Yet under no circumstances giving in to thoughts, better choice of mastering them, passing through the frontal lobe next selection, spoken from our lips.

Or is it all made up anyway?

Emptied cup, mind following suit, made up historical facts believed once true, falsified reality forgiving self-inflicted vicious attacks, time to empty hands. Fully present are we, Stepping into the Canvas of Great Mysteries welcoming thoughtless, flowing love for all there is.

Back and forth between the battlefield going on upstairs, snapping fingers commanding all hands on deck, visceral passing of all memories, no mind opening the door for limitless possibilities. Calm as can be, tired lonesomeness passing away as if decaying corpuscles and rotting flesh were ever a thing.

As real as it may be, as falsified — it is also. Given name, labeled at birth, letting go of this my certificate stating everything as it should be. Onto the trails blazers go, cutting another track fresh forgotten letting go.

~ Ani Po


Coming to a place of no thoughts as they were never mine to begin with. Mushin no shin, without mind thoughtlessness giving way, choosing which dream imaginable, jumping on the bandwagon of self-mastery giving birth.

Thank you Diana C. and Sujona Chatterjee for this prompt


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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Both Sides of the Same Coin


Poetic response

Both Sides of the Same Coin

Choosing between right and wrong

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“At the level of humanness, we see right and wrong as guide markers. At what point or level do we no longer see right and wrong?”

At first glance, we tiff with a cat, not so cool at that
fighting over the day to day monstrosities creating man
gender neutrality name is given above, and plural sense, all thereof
defining moments of love and despair, conceptually foreign to the aware.

Step back, maybe two, two sides to every coin presenting a choice
between heads or tails, positive or negative, divine dichotomies ever-present
chosen one-sided, always given names as boldly placed upon one’s tomb
from death do us part, intrinsic beliefs until forgotten way comes forth.

Further back we go, time centuries passing by, maybe to the moon
or nearby planetary alignment, sitting upon a star gazing
downward earthly appearance as miraculous than ever —
not seen up close, but farther back we go.

Yin within the yang and yang within the yin, sacred feminine within the masculine and vice versa per se. Accepting the whole as dichotomies fusing realities of future tense, past participle, present be — at the moment holding joy and sorrow in each hand.

Pleasure bodies becoming painfully absorbed by good equally bad memories, thought processes turning sad into happy. Splitting magnetic poles yielding mini versions, pulling forces — negative to positively and back again guilty one choosing dichotomy feeling right or wrong to the touch — heartfelt guidance never fails.

Surrounded by heaven and hell, story-lines truth-telling secrets hidden in plain sight, human-made conceptual design of dividing and conquering a fear of self-made god or goddess — love pouring from our souls.

Black or white as taught by our generations, further back yet, ancestral knowledge coming to fruition, greyer than anything dissolving the idea of binary poles have equal or lesser value. Purpose of One is the purpose of all.

~Ani Po


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This prompt idea has been on my mind for quite some time, organically forming a discussion with my Uncle. He began pointing out Evil Spirits in the world, especially about certain individuals we both know. Being taught good and evil, pondering that internal moral compass that often leads the way, I am reminded of Einstein being quoted “I want to think as God thinks.”

Pondering this, observing the current state of America, the world, my home town, my familial setting, pretty much everything around me, what if it is all as it is supposed to be. Two sides to the same coin, the yin within the yang?

Expanding my consciousness to viewing from space, observing the world. What a beautiful world we live in and how different it would be missing anything from the mix of divine dichotomies.

Asking my Uncle, what if there is no good or bad, merely circumstances which yield equal consequences upon self? Meaning, what if with every action there is a counteraction? Cause and effect?

Smiling as he asked, then what is it?

You just said it. It Is. It just is.

I know we had discussed this on Know Thyself Heal Thyself before, or at least alluded to there being a right or wrong answer. There “Just Is.” What if it goes beyond words on a publication wall? What if it is greater than self? What if we come to a place of knowing It just is?

IT IS

Granted, I am not trying to denounce the evil in the world or praise the good. I am merely inviting an observation of sorts on both sides of the coin, remaining balanced with all energies. Is our elevation of frequencies the welcoming of “all” within the all?

Denouncing labels and all things associated with, we come to simpler terms: he fell into a bad way, unfortunate circumstance, he is receiving what he puts out; the rewards are unfolding for this person, they are a creative soul, they are an inspiring nature. Explaining through a circumstance versus a belief of one thing is this or that — instead, they just are.

What if our understanding is turned upside down? What if we now see from different angles? Was our previous belief false? Or was it merely true to our understanding?


I invite you to share your thoughts on this prompt. Please feel free to tag me when you do.

At the level of humaness, we see right and wrong as guide markers. At what point or level do we no longer see right and wrong?”

Thank you Diana C. for holding such a great space for all.


When I came up with the above prompt, it was clear where my mind was (at least I think so). Take a look at this piece, as I feel it could be paralleled in thought while inviting us to further our journey inward. Deep diving into self, discovering yet more truths hidden from us before.


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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