Dual poetic prompt
Greeting the Pain and Joy Alike
When fear presents an obstructed view
What began manic — worlds crumbling around us — not yet discovered self and inner-galaxies of truth — translated to the physical, transmuted — transforming all realities in an ALL as one. Delusional by the many standards, we carry on down a lonely road of discovery.
Prompted not by the singular spark of passion or the owl’s calling to the moon — but the Three Sisters ancient wisdom of youth carrying tunes — dissolving the tightening grip of vice-like pain in thoracic bodies. Let us sit with this pain and suffering for a minute, inhaling the whole of life’s living breath — observing the melting of our physical knowing — day-old bread no longer nourishes the soul.
Reformatting our senses — pixelated matrices crumbling — regrouping figments of imaginary vibrational tunes — filling our heart space maximizing medicines calling of healing cellular leveled attributes from the collective gathering of sacred songs. Ticker tape parade ballooning –lifting off mother’s bosom — upward galactic calling — outer atmospheric pressures of day to day — till big bang are spraying pure love into the ALL.
Pure vibrational song, not yet translated by auricle — the heartfelt transference of everything before and what is to come — pausing to absorb the ALL in the ALL. We sing to our heart’s content, wrapping ourselves with arms of innocence once again.
Loop pedal activated, repeating songs of our soul — accepting all the broken wings piled higher than eyes can see — past to present — future openings to such not understood without first traveling the broken roads. We arrive at a place of pain and joy — dancing a sacred song for peace deep within the earth’s crusted exterior.
I leave you here to discover your own — reality and understanding of truth — full-on acceptance of the jagged edge leaving marks upon this human form — transforming yet again into waves of sans labeled vibrational healing song. We sing for all to hear — lips no longer having to move — creation speaks intentionally outwardly — paving a new path for future commutation — entering tranquil, we are whole.
~ Ani Po
Sitting in my sacred writing space, awaiting messages from an empty Canvas, I call to the Three Sisters while hitting the loop pedal to hold my center. Interrupted by a messenger, in the form of a twelve-year-old boy,
“Whatcha doing Joe?”
I am writing.
“Watcha writing about?”
Not sure yet, Do you have any ideas for me?
“Maybe you could write about mental health and how it affects the world?Then maybe you could add your stories of sitting with pain and joy as one?”
Great idea, thank you.
“Sounds like you have a great start, good luck.”
This morning, while awaiting message to come, this just after spending the night with pain and suffering, I called out to the void, “What shall we write today?” Snapchat from a twelve-year-old boy, serving as a messenger tying in the words with ancient wisdom. Now to hit the loop pedal of Three Sisters as we ride this cosmic wave.
I invite you to read this piece, but then play this song as you re-read. Would love to hear if any shifts result.
Thank you Christine Graves Ravyne Hawke and the whole Promptly Written team, for this weeks prompts. It may be a stretch of fusing two prompts into one, while attaching a collective vibrational song, but I hope you enjoy this piece.
Alas, please give these two authors a view, as I feel their pieces contributed to today’s piece. Thank you Camille Grady and Sally A Mortemore for sharing in this dance.
