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Writing our Wrongs

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Writing our Wrongs

Dancing in circles, righting or writing our reality

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Looking back — sharpened gaze
centuries-old — battling good and evil
opposing forces — an inward journey
present are we — gather cosmic feelings
beginning and the end — labels lost meaning
in this place but not of it.

Looking forward — rewriting stories
historical repeating — broken wheels
broken wings — learning to fly once more.

Penning paths — written truths
self-proclaimed — righting leftward moving
dancing in circles — vibratory enveloped song
what came over me — to thee peace tranquility
aviators sing — passing feathers carrying a tune
in this place but not of it.

~Ani Po

Sitting on this prompt, when family called with great necessity, I traveled to where I was needed.

Unable to write my wrongs with pen in hand, forced to sit in the thick of suffering songs handed down from generations, breathing peace and tranquility.

Words began to spew from fifteen years of entering shadowy works of self, dropping an invitation to wisdom holding the light. Lessons for others but attentive ear translating to self as words began to flow — radical acceptance, redirection and patience of a higher sort.

Aided by the words shared by Marilyn Flower in her inspired piece on Radical Acceptance.

Thank you, Ravyne Hawke for this prompt, Diana C., for holding this sacred space, jules, Spyder, and the whole Know Thyself Heal Thyself family, for inspiring and daring to be inspired.

Righting Wrongs
KTHT Weekly Prompts for the Week of Sept 5–11medium.com

Recently, mom was on her last breath. The medical team called her future death. The family came and held her tight in loving light, giving strength to her wanting to fight. The last string was about to snap, grasping for another, climbing over the edge that nearly took everything away.

She is now in full recovery mode, and the family has come together in ways not known before. 

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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Looking to the East

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Looking to the East

Surging burning Fires Spirited Song

Holding warmth of summer’s spiraling tune

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Crunching of the leaves afoot delivering autonomously — falling from the tree of life transfigured ascetically, whilst collapsing sounds of wind inflated memories — once known, forgotten spoken truths, frozen in the tracks completed the ones moreover not yet taken.

Deliver this soul — humbled by a play-on of words, battle’s fatigue between the player’s mix — right and left, lost and found beneath the crisp, frosted dew left behind in the airy night — falls to the presence of winter’s dream — shadow-filled disturbing thoughts sitting in the cold ancient dwelling place not fit for the weak in spirit.

Presently the veil of starry skies — ripped open to the guidance of ancestral beings, knowing of things not studied by daylights chaotic tunes — of another sort — out amidst the fields of tranquility filled with ever-changing budding fruits nourishing with vitality.

Ask them neither how they came to be nor the plagued foreboding inner truths — leading to this moment in time — instead, looking to the east, surging burning fire within — knowing confidently we are who we are — no explanation necessarily exchanged.

Winter is coming — foretold by wisdom bearing calls to inner-workings — enters the cave of knowledge, gratuitously gazing at valley’s death delivering blow — at the heart of sentient’s alike — holding the warmth of summer’s spiraling song — lifting the spirit into the darkest of nights.

With a familiar sound — night falls echoing songs — the return of the Hooters telling tales of aviary flight — not the triples or doubles d’s but my brothers and sisters guiding me. Who cooks for you — screeching and howling from barn’s hidden space— the hooters return.

~Ani Po

Thank you Zay Pareltheon, Viraji Ogodapola and the Howling Owl for housing these words.

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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