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Painted for All to See

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Painted For All to See

Deeper and deeper into the Canvas

Image by Author. Taken while boating down Amazon river.

I began writing about Canvas nearly eleven years ago. While the original intent was to invite others deeper and deeper into the Canvas of Life in search of deeper meaning to All There Is, the intent remains as it was in the beginning.

Whether words of simplicity or simple thoughts inviting forth. Deeper meanings diving further into an abyss of what may be?

Rewriting our words, Painting new scenery upon the Canvas. Perceptual beginning or bitter end…left for deeper diving of thought processes. Gibberish or written Upon the Canvas, left for self-introspection of a sort.

Truth is as simple as its originating form. In the beginning, was the Word, and the Word created form. Once formless and without void made whole…Stepping Deeper into All There Is.

It is written Upon the Canvas, Painted for All to See. Left for the personal touch, thought, and introspection of the same. See It, Feel It, Know It to be True…

Oh, Great mystery
breath of my breath.
Instill in my heart
all I’ve ever known.
This day forward and the next
eyes of spirit insitu.

~ Ani Po

Thank you Marilyn Glover and the whole Third Eye Gypsy family for this sacred space. My heart to yours.

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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The Stronger the Hold

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The Stronger the Hold

Greater the purge

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It began with the storyteller’s vision or spirit’s dream — calling him to the Peruvian jungle — which began atop a Mayan temple speaking to villagers below. Oljita — keen on a similar vision — the storyteller invites Oljita to finish the story.

I emerged from an inner temple atop the Jaguar temple — located in Tical Mexico — heart-filled message flowing through — a spirit-charged offering to the villagers below.

Smiling — storyteller invites Oljita to Peru on an upcoming adventure. Traveling the Amazonian river — slow boat versus fast boat — a difference in time and whether pirates have time to catch up. They traveled into the jungle, landing in Contamana, greeted by new friends and family.

Recalling the seven nights — purging old thoughts and holding on as long as he could. The stronger the hold — the greater the purge. Some nights were more excruciating than the next — finishing on paradise’s shore.

The dragon approaches the vial depths of the purging soul — sludge’s scraping of inner depths of hidden secrets. With head hanging deep into the toxic container of self-knowledge — a sweetness like never before — once a cesspool of waste, now emerging rainbow’s illuminating lotus flower.

Aya speaks — let go and open the many layers of what were — allowing all to witness the emerging blossom within. Pedals were peeling outward — layer by layer — exposing the fruits of one’s own labor.

Sweet as the grass — lavender hints and hibiscus returns — Oljita falls into his mother’s peaceful embrace. Toxic sludge — switch-word blossoming songs — paradise was never a place but the journey itself — in and of itself.

~ Ani Po

Thank you Ravyne Hawke for this prompt in Promptly Written. It triggered a memory of when I went to Peru for the first time. Purging the past, emerging present-future day.

Prompt Yourself: Weekly Prompts April 10–16
Prompts to tempt your musesmedium.com

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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