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Tea with Fear and Despair

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Tea with Fear and Despair

a prose encounter with two of the wisest teachers

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Welcome

Welcome friends fear and despair

Come in

Come in, please

Would you like some tea?

Chamomile or special blend?

We’ll have the special blend if that is what you are serving

Good choice

Now

Now while we steep and ponder, letting the herbs and grains soften their lovely hold

Let us talk about our days.

Fear, what’s going on in your world?

Oh, the world is horrible. I can’t go out; I can’t do all things that I would enjoy. There’s not much for me to do. I can’t go anywhere.

Hmmm, I see.

What about you despair?

Oh, the world is falling apart. I can’t take the pain anymore. My heart bleeds.

Please

Please, I wish every day the pain would go away, but it doesn’t

Hmmm, I see

Why don’t we have some tea now? It should be done steeping now.

Let us hold the tea, feeling the warmth of Mother’s kiss upon our hands.

Imagine the herbs and flora hand-picked from the earth, given freely for our health.

The hydrangea

The licorice root

The hibiscus

The hyacinth

Ginger’s rooted thoughts

Turmeric’s anti-inflammatory offerings

Lest not forget the ancient red bush’ secrets and story-line.

Oh, let the smells float, drifting into the nares, calming inner spirits

Just for a moment

*long exaggerated smelling sound

Oh, enjoy this moment with tea

Enjoy this moment of feeling

Something so eloquent

Now, when you are ready, go ahead and take a sip

Allowing your taste buds to feel the savory blend and magical ease of the herbs and the Mother’s gift

Allowing that fear or despair to pause for but a moment

Allowing peace to fill your oropharynx

Just for a moment

Hold it there

Hold it there

Imagine something different; whatever comes to mind will do.

Now swallow.

*Warm quenching sound of taking a drink

Allowing it to coat the stomach

*long exaggerated smelling sound

Allow it to fill the area of the solar plexus with warmth

…and forgiving peace

…and quiet

Just for a moment.

Just for a moment, let the chatter of the mind disappear while focusing on how our belly feels

Comforted at this moment in time.

At this moment in time, we feel comforted.

*Exaggerated Sighing sounds and drawn out exhales

Letting the breath out, taking another sip

Let us chat

About life’s events

They come, they go

Filling our heads with their thoughts

Depending on our cornea and retinal scans’ lens, we see a world as we see it.

But what if we felt something different?

What if we felt a deeper calling, higher purpose, or whatever you want to call it?

Do we follow that?

Do we follow that feeling or thought?

Alright, now let it all go, even the feeling or calling of what may be.

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Drink up; we are almost done here.

I am so glad we got to talk. Thank you both for stopping by.

I do hope this tea has calmed your nerves, allowing peaceful resting invites for the many.

Now go home!

Often like songs of the ether, universal thoughts or wherever these story-lines come from, this little prose came to life with recorder in hand. So I share it here, for all to enjoy. Please take a sip, let me know what comes to thought. With smiles from my heart to yours, I gift to you, Tea with Fear and Despair.

Joseph Lieungh

The Keys to Discovering the Answers You Seek

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The keys to discovering the answers you seek

Day 5 of 30 day poetry challenge

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In our hands, emptied all the same, hearts hidden treasure, willing and able, notwithstanding sacred notions kept hidden for all centuries leading thus far. Fallen, broken, peeking blinders, best-laden plan withheld truths to be told, fallen on deaf ears.

Know Thyself, origins uncertain, Plato nipped it from Pythagoras, who had a friend named Pittacus of Mytilene, cousins sisters friends’ brother Periander who borrowed it from Myson of Chenae or maybe it was Heraclitus who stole it from Cleobulus of Lindus, who found it near Chilon of Sparta, Bias or unbias of Priene I do not know. Still, here we are, attempting to Heal Thyself.

Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise, the aphorism of this nature, falling short to the ones we hold dear. Like the title suggests, we hold the key, Akashic record keepers coming to our aide, hidden messages coming to life without infra-red light-bulb goes off in our head, as if knowing it for centuries, lifetimes, handed down, not the hand-me-downs of matchbox twenty.

Decluttering self-defeating thoughts, traumatic faded memories, ancestral, familial, made up, fictitious, or as real as a hammer smashing thumb. Painful is as Painful was, unearthed, the unmatched twisted reality facing all the masks before.

One by one tried and true, no longer fitting for this room, attempting to fit in, Fitbit failing exercises, levy breaking down illusions. Unsettled, uncertain, Just Can’t Get Enough Personal Jesus, the time before, nothing new under the sun perceptual changing thought process accepting New Order in the court.

Letting it all go, down to the very last belief, what do we know to be genuinely Straight Outta Compton, straight out of the cash cab entering new dimensional vortices, narrowing gate, camels threading needled hay. Looking up, gazing stars, transfixed on the astrological signing of the deeds; looking downward at our own two Stepping Into the Canvas, there in our dominating grasp, no longer for the straws.

There behold, offset shooting stars, transgender calling for recognition, opening to the Way of walking a thin red line, narrowing the road, narrowing the Way. Heartfelt guidance ignored centurial no longer, accepting a voice of Creation Speaking in our native tongue.

There it was all along, the key to universal thought bodies, omnipresence, omnisentience, omni-everything, take hold, run with it, go with the flow, you are it, It Is you, Love is Thyself.

~Ani Po

Grateful for this opportunity of a 30-day Poetry Challenge, presented by .

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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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