Born to Innocence

Forgotten brief time-lapse disfiguring moments

All I want is to be with you, child of innocence, untainted — untarnished soul sans misguided directions from there to here. Our arrival is dependent on acknowledging the whole self, innocence of then, and the traumatic scars past carried here — not yet melted by the sun.

I willingly go into this darkened space in my heart, where all the transgressors reside, all my iniquities hiding behind shadows shielding projecting outwardly disguise. The heaviness of a mother losing her child, tearing away bits of her flesh mirrored into self-undoing, forgetting purpose and place.

Crying out, screaming surge, and witnessing the others as once forgotten truths untold song of heartfelt pleas for peace and tranquility. Trapped, victimized by the fast-paced worldly turning sounds of capitalistic dogmatic realities.

Dismantling, dismemberment of false-beliefs once told as truth, little birdie flying to higher perch, gaining new perspective. Once called home, the tree no longer fits our growing and ever-wavering belief of not knowing and divinely being — innocence once more.

Cautionary tales are preying on the impeccable, no longer worrisome of villainess bullying, trembling still on the idea of rising above the ashes, taking up faded memories of once-forgotten ways. Scorpio is rising, phoenix fiery trails, and emitting peacefully infused and integrated thought-experiential-ways onto those stuck in the mud like we used to play.

Unable to free ourselves until tagged by another, inviting us to run freely without having to run any longer, erstwhile running away from the taggers tagging victims to their demise. Upright standing, forward moving self, a fusion of past, present, and future selves, embracing wholly me, myself, and I — we are healed.

Return to innocence, feeling emotions of a younger self, those of broken winds carrying about our days, quondam self, distant and out-of-reach not true and ready for the Great Revelation of knowing who we’ve become. Taking out the trash, unearthing embedded scars, and painful misery traveling on darkened and narrow roads, confidently not knowing who we are but knowing — we are right where we ought to be.

Juggling worlds of night and day, tracing constellations telling trails, staring in awe at forbidden truths hidden among Aquila, Apus, Canis Major, to name a few. Once verboten human-made story-line adopting the belief of eternal radiant, energetic being as we always were — we are letting go.

Singing songs of the ancient wisdom carrying tunes, inviting others to lay down their qualms with inner-knowing and unanswered restful pardons of their encountering transgressors, holding space for all to becoming. Peacefully walking, taking hands with neighboring heartfelt persons of corrosive salve-covering embalming shadowy approach.

Arriving at innocence and accepting its truths, breathing cosmic unraveling healing breath, answering not to anyone but self-inflicted and self-actualizing systemic steps within the Canvas. Born to innocence, forgotten brief time-lapse disfiguring moments, returning whence we came, a re-birthing of innocence always — we are here.

~Ani Po

Thank you Ravyne Hawke for today’s prompt and the whole Promptly Written Family for taking the time to read and comment.

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

Healing Outwardly gaze — Inner Thoughts Infusing
Mind, Body and Spirit

Stepping into the Canvas — we are Healed

I see you out there in the forest
wandering, hopeful, releasing what was
I see you struggling in the streets
afraid, lashing out at a passerby
I see you sitting alone
in a crowded room
I see you shining brightly
day in day out brightening darkened way
I see you transcending, transmuting
what was, no longer serving this moment
I see Heart as big as Sun
shadow present as moon governing night

I see you
I see me.

Take my hand — says the wind
whispers of paradise — fills my soul
Into the past — aware
painful and destructive — observing thought
non-attachment — acknowledging
gratitude for all before.

Breathe

Take my hand — says, my soul
walking soulfully
winds and Chimes — singing a joyous tune
Into the unknown — future as it may be
uncertainty
anticipation
non-attachment
gratitude for all that may be.

Take my hand — walk with me
present and aware
what was and maybe
ever-changing
never-fleeing

Walk with me — where thine heart may go
we are here
we are there
we are right where we need to be
Walk with me.

Taking time to listen
birds, cars, and worker bees
chatter, clatter
the hustle and bustle for you and me.

As outside our window
noisiness pounding on the sill
quietude
solace
motionless in thought.

What remains out beyond the windowpane?
mirrored sense within the brain
quietude
solace
motionless in the thought.

Inward Gaze
no thought — non-attachment
tears shed
whether a self-inflicted or collective whole
rainbows promise inner field.

Breathing in — accepting Peace
breathing in — accepting Love
breathing in — accepting Joy
Sorting through inner
outer illuminating
emulating awareness of All there Is.

Inwardly traveled — thoughts unknown to the mind
heart guided processes — sifting the rubble quietly.
Outward gaze — lost in the stars
emptied — applied connected realities.

Stillness — loving kindness
self-inflicted — quietude as it was in the beginning
so it shall be
nothing else needed
no batteries required — we just are.

Healed with outwards gaze — Inner thought fusion
mind, body, spirit infused
Stepping into the Canvas
We are Healed.

~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