When the walls come tumbling down


When the walls come tumbling down

From self to worldly encounters, we plead

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The world continues to spin with or without assistance — trapped by our existential belief or entrapment of collective truths — setting out to find another course. Stepping into the initiation of self-identifying realities — handed down by the ancient wisdom reserved for seekers pleading case before the cosmic hyperbole.

Bittersweet is the flesh binding trajectory — spirit calling to the winds of change — answers not but to echoing the pleas of families and communities’ pain-staking cry. We sit upon a sacred stump left by the Sequoia ripped from existence — a rotting corpse formidable to the meek unguided pilgrimage of a lonely path.

Holding sacred space — truth not fully translated to comprehension — Great Mystery calling upon those willing to walk away. Narrow is the way, open is the road — walking the solid yellow bordering this broken boulevard of dreams.

Devouring every book, attending every class — guru giving the nod to inner-knowing of what lay beyond the horizon. Stepping into the Canvas with a brush in hand — painting a new story-line, song-line, holding steady the bow in broken seas.

Self-inflicted wounds turn into self-healing songs shared with those willing to listen — afraid are they to step into the initiation of higher consciousness at first glance — accepting the path before them. Firmly standing ground, rocking and trembling with every step — into the unknown, they return, whence they came before spoken words.

On the threshold of being — contemplating muses, gathering thoughts — sharing in silence, peace deep within the soul — fragmented self, made whole. Observation greater than small — walls come tumbling down in grandiose proportions — bodies stacking up at the four corners of the globe.

Stand with me, dear ones holding space — sit with me, locking arms for this human race. Breathing in our troubled soul brothers and sisters — cleansing transmission of thought carried vibrational chorus line felt by very few.

~ Ani Po


No decoder ring, term penned by Marcus aka Gregory Maidman, but thoughts on emptiness this cloud-filled morn. When the world crumbles around us, and it probably has, we sit in quietude, holding space for those unable to.

Is it writer’s block? Sadness? Bleak outcomes for the week to come? Or is it an invitation to sit quietly, holding sacred space in knowing that all is present in love’s inviting tone. I will choose the latter and hope you will too.

These are my thoughts and maybe you relate or repel against these thoughts, that is ok. Thank you for sharing this moment in time.


Much gratitude for Diana C., jules, Spyder and Ravyne Hawke, along with this wonderful community KTHT.

I wrote the title with John Mellencamp coming to mind, hope you enjoy this song.


Universal timing, as this song comes on just after Mellencamp, I share with you now:

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

Man’s Search for Meaning


Man’s Search for Meaning

Finding peace with aid of a floating fish head

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I often used to think that people walking around happy and jolly were either pretending or on something medicinal. It wasn’t until recently I began opening up to a new reality..that of happiness. Now instead of being the accuser, I am the accused.

Have you ever noticed some people are always happier than the next? Offering a different perspective on life?

Try not to get annoyed by them; instead, study how they perceive things.

Instead of doom and gloom, they see only sunshine and prosperity. They do not live in poverty but in prosperity. Whatever the financial stability, they are happy no matter what. This, in my view, is true wealth. Regardless of their given situation, they make the best of it.

This prompt, reminds me of my earlier studies on the topic of “Man’s search for meaning.” Having read Victor Frankl’s book, the most compelling story is of him telling how he found peace during the times they were only given fish water, made from the leftover heads of the German officers in the camp.

Viktor Frankl was captured and put into a concentration camp. Even when hope was lost…Viktor Frankl found it, telling the tale of a floating fish head. It was his faith that strengthened his hope of one day walking out of the concentration camp, all the while ministering to the less hopeful, Shedding Light on a bleak situation.

Note: Ani Po is a pen name and carries the meaning of “I am here.” I have previously referred to Ani Po as a pilgrim, in the masculine and ego-sense, while referring to a warrior carrying the energy of feminine and identifying as she.

When Ani Po was a lost pilgrim, she could only see happy people as delusional. How could they possibly be happy in today’s given state of the economy? They must be living falsely, or on ‘happy pills.’ both may be true, but soon Ani Po would find out it was she that was delusional. As a Pilgrim, she pooh-poohed the happy, positive people. As a Warrior, she saw them in a brighter light, showing their true identity…and Allie.

From seeing self-help gurus as only interested in their bank accounts to seeing them as truly interested in helping the lost pilgrims of today. While some may be more interested in the paycheck, some are authentically looking to serve the greater good.

Personal thoughts, at the time I wrote this piece in 2012. No validity in what my thoughts reflect back then, except that is where my mind was. Currently, I do not have an opinion but hope that people find what they are looking for without being taken advantage of.

Ani Po, during the times of poverty thinking (pilgrim thinking), saw everyone as a threat. Seeing everyone as trying to manipulate her or take advantage of her. What she failed to realize is her pilgrim thinking attracted more pilgrim thinking. Her negative thoughts were sent out into the universe as a prepaid order, and the universe was happy to oblige in giving her what she continued to dwell upon. Changing her thinking to that of prosperity (warrior thinking), she began to see everyone as a mentor or an Allie, waiting to aid her in her quest towards happiness.

Present day thinking, all can become allies, directly or indirectly by the lesson, we need only see with open eyes.

No longer feeling trapped or insecure with herself, Ani Po has found security in knowing that she is right on time and perfect just the way she is. She has realized her imperfections make her unique, and honoring her imperfections invariably sees perfection daily. Seeing a mirror image of imperfect perfection, she can see the perfections in all the imperfections that surround her.

Where do you see yourself? Are you still trapped in feeling like that of a pilgrim? That is OK.

 Just as Ani Po found out…you too shall see… you are right on time. How does one get to this place of Warrior Mentality? Ani Po did not go anywhere to find it, and no books could teach her The Way. No guru could get her to see The Way. Instead, she had to choose this path of Warrior, standing firmly in what she felt to be true.

Stepping into the Canvas as a Warrior. Knighted by the Most High, you have been appointed to watch over the seekers of Light. When asked how did you get there, you will tell them…From Pilgrim to Warrior in a Single Thought. From Lost to Found, I know this to be true.


Thank you Marcus aka Gregory Maidman for this weeks Spiritual Prompt and Ravyne Hawke for housing these words on Promptly Written. It brought me back to when I first wrote about Viktor Frankl, in awe of the courage he displayed during his time. I was going to write a poetic piece, but I think I will leave it here, sharing a personal journal entry on this subject.


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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