Left To Interpretation


Left to Interpretation

Lost in Translation

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Countless texts are inked on a page in a quest to unveil a glimpse of the Great Mystery. Yet, as near and unadulterated as they may be, words remain elusive in our modern era.

Just as these I have written few shall understand. Seek and it is found nothing therefor to see. In a single cell, a Universe awaits new birth.

Speak without a word, listen without ears, see without eyes…it is written at the core of All There Is. The Canvas is left to interpretation, but speaking of it — losing its content.

Take my hand…for we shall walk into the day and night. The song will become familiar, sung in favorite words. Hue will be more magnificent, adding our own.

~Ani Po


Thank you Marilyn Glover, and the whole Third-Eye-Ascension 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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Captain’s Log: In the midst of Silence


Captain’s Log

In the midst of silence

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Two months have gone to the winds — resting on a countryside foreign to even the skillful navigators. Foraging what the land has to offer — singing gratitude in exchange.

Contemplating very existence — from this moment to the next. Vacillating outcomes — uncertain where the oscillating footing lands.

Moments of deep-darkened spirals into Hade’s abyss — wishing for the pain to subside. To glorious moments of reminded miracles passing — new steps and greater fetes than yesterday’s forbidden fruits.

Temporarily or permanently embarkment of doldrums ship — greater is the song healing cellular to macro-cosmic returns. Infinite gratitude fills the pockets once emptied by a stroke of pen in hand.

Now, with Thunderbird’s mighty thunderclap — lightning bolts echoing Merlin’s illusive staff — the soul from silenced birth is straightened and harkened. A corset’s tightening and hardwood’s knocking — laced high are the boots made for walking.

Week one in — observing and absorbing the language of a distant land. Champagne popped like the bubbles corked for another time — celebratory dance on hold for another — maybe a brief little shuffle — no, full on getting jiggy with it.

Lucky is the captain who sees the lighthouse flickering in distant streams — steadied course — digging heals into galloping steed. Deflated sails or altered course — we have our heading for the chapter’s course.

~Ani Po


Having worked my first week since the accident and donning flip-flops for the first time, a mini celebration is appropriate. How does one share the excitement? I chose to be tickled by one of June’s prompts in Know Thyself, Heal Thyself, allowing words to flow.

  • Write about what happens between this moment and the next.

Thank you Diana C. for holding this sacred space at Know Thyself, Heal Thyself.

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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