Take Me Into Your Hands


Take Me Into Your Hands

Sharing deepest desire

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Take me into your hands,
Share deepest desire.
Together,
Writing a new chapter.

Painting new reality,
Merely a pencil.
Taken without thought,
Left unattended.

Stirred emotions come forth,
Projections of all sorts.
Freely I give myself,
Conversation engagement.

Take care,
In my presence.
Together writing wrongs,
Painting rights.

Sharing an infinite possibility,
The All in All.
Forget me not,
Where my heart sleeps.

Rendezvous by day or night,
Together,
Writing a new chapter.
Painting new reality,
Merely a pencil.

~Ani Po


Thank you Diana C., Spyder, Ravyne Hawke, and the whole Know Thyself Heal Thyself family for holding this sacred space.

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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Broken and Flawed


Broken and Flawed

Imperfectly perfect are we

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Beautiful is the Canvas — as it was in the beginning — till daylight no longer flickers. Depending the foot — starting our day — changed perception and reality within.

Our first thought carrying a tune — following steps — dissonance or perfect harmony of the original score.

The morning of our lives — filled with great experiences — coming to a halt is Great Mystery — what afternoons may hold.

Mistakes, trauma — not-so-good events all before noon. Our days broken — just praying to get through. Broken is the Canvas — sorting through the rubble. Acceptance, forgiveness — battling through.

Broken is the Canvas as most flawed — lay before. Our inner Canvas —  scattered across an inner room of consciousness. We choose. We step. Hesitantly — moving forward by a flicker of hope.

Forgiveness of afflictions — transgressors — even worse than last. Let us not forget self — imperfectly perfect as we are.

Acceptance for Broken Canvas — scattered across the floor. Space cracks between the pieces — acorns nut divinely lifting — spreading its aviary wings. Filled — abundantly so — bound by Spirit as we soar.

Broken is the Canvas — simplest of form. Beautiful is the Canvas — panning out perspectives — grandeur is the Way.


Hanging with the Mighty Oak Tree
planting seeds within our minds
vacant space from tiny fruits — flourishing thought. 

Chaotic world
inviting us back
splitting seeds
at the foothold of mother’s tree.

Little acorn implanted
vacant space splitting atoms
written upon one’s heart
love of the mighty oak tree.

Changing winds
transforming seasons standing firm
heart to skies fervent reckoning
heart space growing wider

Stronger

Abundant are we.

~ Ani Po


Thank you Zay Pareltheon, Marilyn J Wolf, Viraji Ogodapola, Samantha Lazar, Wry Welwood, Paroma Sen, and the Scrittura family for sharing this dance.

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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