Poetry and Prompted thoughts

In Perpetuum Paradoxical Transmission

Spell casting intent, daily routines

Words are chosen for the day, actions deep-rooted into self-taught reflective voice beginning with breath softly spoken unwritten rules of engagement. Not because they said so but more of how not to be mirrored back realities of self-inflicting pain carried by traumatic existence intrinsic lessons of the day.

Step graciously, kissing morning earthbound love-inflicting course deep within our core systems reflective voice singing truth with sharpened swords cutting further — deeper into what feels true to self. Speaking louder than galactic whirlwind stage-setting possibility of what may be.

Prompted course transitive conscious from the unconscious hidden treasure trove — to a thought-based intentional path taken by wandering souls — spell caring provisionary self-reliable anecdotes given humor medicinal approach with every prize in opened box.

Switch-words, casting forth words of paradoxical transmission — of fore bearing monkey shines upon our day. Animistic approach or steadfast footing upon mother’s bosom, yet forgotten to smile with servitude presenting opportunistic moments in faded and illusory realities to the many — observing the observer, as she steps in and out of physical presence, spiritually called if you will, whatever the labels of things and human form permit.

Older than the Ulchi spirit insitu, ritualistic modus operandi ceremonial garb always present linear and nonalike, hearts transcending song breaking all limitations-bonding to thereafter. That which is not seen present here, past constraining forces within and outside of self, future unfolding as it was in the beginning and now in Perpetuum.

~ Ani Po

For this piece, I know many would love a decoder ring. Instead, this is an invite to ponder these words and allow any imagery to come forward. It could be a thought, a picture in your mind’s eye, a voice from the past or whatever. This is a play on words, triggers if you will, allowing the subconscious to leap out in front. Please do let me know whatever jumps out.

Thank you Diana C. for this weeks prompt, always a delight.

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

Self-actualized poetic thought

Home is Where You Hang Your Hat

Heartfelt transference

Traveled the world searching for sentient’s ultimate resting place not yet reserved for the beyond and decays of death itself. Reserved for the present-day global embodiment of self and collective beings, natural flow to sounds of whispered winds, naked oaks, and dancing hare-filled joyous melodies.

Foraging the fields’ natural remedies — forests gifts written upon the heart saturation of love-light transmuting thought-based realities rose-colored glasses — judge me not for the happiness found in swamp-filled reality and global pandemics divided courses reaching master levels — graduated classes in sheepskins clothing purchased by woven-wolves sharpened tongues.

Samba’s paralleled fox-trot fluctuating words switched at birth defecting to another country — tracing back to the beginning of varied existence — written and perceptual lost through the translation of our mind-filled understandings — intellectually prescribed cursed land divinized yet north, middle and southern mirroring turtle islands historical movements to herd the peoples not yet aware.

Common elsewhere in the lands — far and near, planetary and extraterrestrial vibratory dissonance, cross-referencing polarity of oneself — to galactic involvement, returning home to where the heart is — not yet opened to full capacity.

Dance with me ye grassy knolls hidden in plain sight, forget-me-nots and star-gazing lily pads watering blossom–under the pretense of asunder and false prophesying to the masses of destructive origins truth-be-told.

Breath of life spatting handfuls of mother’s eupnea’ molding and mending over centuries unfolding cyclical wheels of life — x’s painted on the corpses head, angelic dovetail’s binding forth miraculous and ethereal self-realized, self-appointed gurus — self-actualized and apathetic purposeful playtime’s favorite drumming beats, aberrations theme song embodiment and apotheosis self-proclaiming divination and mockery of the human condition.

Know Thyself Heal Thyself left unknowing eternal Tao’s akashic records stored for safe-keeping — a pulse on non-attachment to all things, reality itself — binding us to free-flowing stepping in and out of the Canvas’ painted wonder and awe.

Inspirited self-traveled in and out of possibility, upper realms lowered with arrival’s favorite steed-inherited by yesterday’s medicinal practitioners — in ancient arts, creative imagery of belief in heartfelt transference — shift from shadowy light escaping truths, leaving us with ye olde English “Home is where you hang your hat.”

~ Ani Po

I began with two differing prompts, but headed in a one eighty direction creating a life in its own self-written reality. Whether fiction or non-fiction, real or made up bat-shit crazy make believe, there is a key that unlocks doorways to unseen — never-before discovered galaxies found at the center of all universes, initiates heartfelt response to what may or may not be the illusion of all everything.

Thank you both, J.D. Harms and Darshak Rana for the original prompts, clearly the combination of the two was not meant to be but new direction created within plain-sight.

Thank you Diana C. and the whole KTHT family for taking the time for inward diving, darkened shadowy light shedding truths — experiential and experimental understandings written upon our own hearts — not without pain and suffering, but greatest our rewards.

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