Holding the Line


Holding the Line

While the world remains afire

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Happy,
Blissful Canvas all around.

Saddened,
pain and suffering all around.

Block of self,
the outset of collective.

Shine,
so bright,
not even the darkest of
darkened souls can resist its light.

Those riddled in fear,
remain afire.

In time,
they will or will not,
reach for a hand.

Accept them,
resisting reaching for their grip.

Heartstrings tug,
harder than others,
those closest to our inner circle.

Cut them loose,
set them free.

Flexible,
when in time.

Remain,
just Be.

Share allegory,
metaphor,
parables of tangible breath.

Parallels of Flesh and Spirit,
flow shows the Way.

~Ani Po


Stepping into the Canvas, we are in flow. With the world testing our footing, knocking our inner doorways, we remain in sacred form. Holding space for a wave of greater peace, we are.


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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Aging is on my Side


Aging is on my Side

Wrinkles in time, smoothing the way

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Aging is on my side
with wrinkles in time unfolding
multiplying layers — painted
on the faces of those awaken
and asleep alike.

Present are we
spoken words — filtered
heart voicing peace
in the distant
near as hand-holding true.

Given space
forsaken souls — crying
out songs of sadness
listening for retorting
welcoming tune.

Walls higher
than heavens gate —
walls crashing down
brick by brick
emptiness is all that remains.

A child-like
opportunity presents
rattlers and shakers —
drumbeats four to seven
beats per second.

Emptiness filled with
cosmic fluidity —
entering a new galaxy
left chosen
creating a new one at best.

New galaxies
thought-based reality
shifting into a growing
creative understanding —
seeing with greater perspective.

Signs drifting
heretofore —
embodying emptiness
filling broken hearts
with a new guiding star.

Time slowly
drifting —
speed of light
blinks another thought
into fruition.

Playtime
comes at any given moment
acceptance — of whispered
healing into hearts
true home.

~Ani Po


This piece was a reflection of Linda Sharp recent poem…


Slowly, slowly, I am drifting…


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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