Into The Night


Monday Prompt

Into the Night

Shadow and Lantern joining hand

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Sitting at the crossroads of yet another trying tide of change — whispers my soul to mind, body forgetting the roads traveled before. Walls are crumbling, bombs on the shores of mankind’s collective thinking — this is how it is.

Darkened nights envelop my thoughts — closing in as if trapped by the day’s circumstances — searching for another answer to life’s mysterious puzzles laid out for all to see. Paused reflection coursing through my veins — pulsating with ancient tunes of transmuting vibratory feelings — yin and yang held in each hand while walking a tightrope over molten rivers.

Lightning strikes in the heart unto me. Seeking no longer a questioning tale but affirmative action — heading straight into the storm. Raising of Thor’s hammer — calling on the strength of ancestral and universal thought — guided by self-knowing I am the sun and the moon rulers of day and night.

Clouds continue their roll, stirring winds raising spirited uplifting beats — drumming against and fusing sounds of light and dark breaking into song. At chakras root to crown echoing shared — healing spirals of helical braided course — intertwining, interchanging thought of yesterday, present be and future gaze.

Torchlight is fading to dusted roads — encompassed by sacred remembrance — I am here, now — always — ever-changing the rules written upon the collective. Inward gazing pondered from before — the beginning was absent of light — melted into a slugging pool of distracted minds confirming to the neighbors’ son.

Heart bursting into sacred song — written on my heart — shared for all to hear — the songbirds sing in preparation for budding leaves — letting go of seasonal change. Lighting a sacred flame — fanning fire’s cleansing voice — becoming. Breathing in transgressors’ oppressive tune — altering chords and singing anew.

Merely a spark — part of Great Mysteries lantern — noteworthy are the written keys, feathered friends and all there ever was.

~ Ani Po


Much gratitude to Jason Edmunds and A Taste for Life, for sharing these words, prompted space and inspired tune.

While writing today, loop pedal activated to The Lantern by Beats Antique. If you feel inspired to, please read and then listen to the shared tune. Does the feeling shift? Would love to hear.


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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Eating Crow


Eating Crow

Knowing when your reality has skewed

Photo by Mark Olsen on Unsplash

By day, the Raven and Hawk joined hands
writing reality into existence
squawk, then screech, disagreement
throwing them in opposite directions.

Feeding on the innocent
devouring the meek and mild
with an unsettling taste in the mouth.

Perched on antagonistic branches of life
seeing the world crumble before them.

Empty is the pit,
deep within the bowels of thought
undigested morsels of pleasantries
uncertainties of Merlin’s creative hold.

By night, a Hooter calls out
a peaceful retort to day-to-day
squandering
illicit accusations fly.

My heart pours outwardly
rejoicing for those knowing
yesterday melting on hot summer’s day
forever holding true
to The Way.

Return of the feathered friends
joining in laughter
recalling the days before
hummingbird ebbs and flows.

~ Ani Po


Timely is this piece, for self and nobody other but true to self-understanding of how we carry ourselves in this broken world of realities.
My observations, having to eat crow or humble pie, as another puts it, allow me to reset my sails in this ever-changing wind called life.

My aim in writing is not about making money or gaining fame but more about helping another rethink their words or actions in their moments moving forward.

I rejoice, especially for those who find their way — footing on this broken ground, but surprisingly I come to another rejoice — of those painstakingly having to eat crow as I have once before, not for personal affirmation, but for feeling how it might sit within our digestive tracks.


Thank you, Literary Impulse, for housing these words and Somsubhra Banerjee for encouraging me to shine.

I leave you with inspiring words by Blondie, “Tonight, make it magnificent.”


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

Photo by Javardh on Unsplash