Time: The Absence of Moments Flow


Time

The absence of moments flow

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Caught between somewhere and nowhere before
thoughts giving strength to attentions flow
pain-bodies flaring songs
mind-trips self-inflicting record skips.

In silence

Quieting mind to hear universal thought
as it was, as it shall be
destructive forces — forcing our hand
bowing before the inflicted voices
falling into metaphorical traps.

Ticktock

Travel the sands of time
motionless — briefly taking in changing seasons
seduction of anima’s eternal flare
calling to the inner self
stepping into paired realities.

Battled forces of good and evil

Existing in our mind
wrestling with forces external
tormenting internal caverns of being
that it may — we remain
in the timeless flow of Great Mystery.

It is so

The time has come
to do nothing and everything
coexisting in energetic flow
of lost kingdoms
paradoxical glow.

~ Ani Po


Thank you to Libby Shively McAvoy and Jeff Langley, for this weeks inspiration. Reading their stories, triggering thought and allowing self to travel into the void of consciousness, recalling personal techniques for remaining centered in peace.

Thank you Thomas Plummer, David Rudder, Gurpreet Dhariwal, Francine Fallara, the whole editing staff at Blue Insights, and those who participate in the dance of life.


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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Writing our Wrongs


Writing our Wrongs

Dancing in circles, righting or writing our reality

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Looking back — sharpened gaze
centuries-old — battling good and evil
opposing forces — an inward journey
present are we — gather cosmic feelings
beginning and the end — labels lost meaning
in this place but not of it.

Looking forward — rewriting stories
historical repeating — broken wheels
broken wings — learning to fly once more.

Penning paths — written truths
self-proclaimed — righting leftward moving
dancing in circles — vibratory enveloped song
what came over me — to thee peace tranquility
aviators sing — passing feathers carrying a tune
in this place but not of it.

~Ani Po


Sitting on this prompt, when family called with great necessity, I traveled to where I was needed.

Unable to write my wrongs with pen in hand, forced to sit in the thick of suffering songs handed down from generations, breathing peace and tranquility.

Words began to spew from fifteen years of entering shadowy works of self, dropping an invitation to wisdom holding the light. Lessons for others but attentive ear translating to self as words began to flow — radical acceptance, redirection and patience of a higher sort.

Aided by the words shared by Marilyn Flower in her inspired piece on Radical Acceptance.

Thank you, Ravyne Hawke for this prompt, Diana C., for holding this sacred space, jules, Spyder, and the whole Know Thyself Heal Thyself family, for inspiring and daring to be inspired.

Recently, mom was on her last breath. The medical team called her future death. The family came and held her tight in loving light, giving strength to her wanting to fight. The last string was about to snap, grasping for another, climbing over the edge that nearly took everything away.

She is now in full recovery mode, and the family has come together in ways not known 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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