Breath-Releasing Transmuted Thought

from disbelief to faith-altering cosmic waves of anticipation

Gone are the processed and regurgitating thoughts — erasing words, tracing steps, or recounting the falling stars. Challenged to remove all conflict — passing by missed water adventures — sinking of one’s ship.

Sitting quietly on clouded days — painting blanketing sky vibrantly with a purpled sun — golden bright daffodils smiling in affirmation. The storm continues — we are — a tornadic eye at the center of its wings.

Breathe

Mongolian warriors appear in full dressed — carrying away any remains. Dragon’s breath — continued burning of evaporating thought — dust shalt only remain.

Carried with a magnetic draw — iron ore fragmented slivers dangling from life’s pocketed exchange. Fire in the belly — stirring once again — bursting into a wildfire of cleansing song.

Release

Collapse at the foot of the maple tree — singing — writing a new day into a brighter existence. Shrouded by disbelief — transmuting vibrational altering tunes — harmonic-like focus — fine-tuning of the vocals healing through.

It is done — breath-releasing transmuted thoughts — from disbelief to faith-altering cosmic waves of anticipation — excitation of coming chapters. Water definitely not included — land lover walking through the valley — wishful good tidings to all the sea fishes.

Call to the sea — gathering all the drowning thoughts — tidepools — waves — watered down tornadic eye fleeting black hole into The Great Sea of Canvas’ amass. It is done — release.

~ Ani Po

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