Love is Truth


Love is Truth

Unchanged, Unaltered, Remaining as it was in the beginning

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Your truth is not my truth
Their truth is not the others
Ever-changing truths
Switch-works of reality
Spoken and felt
Blink
No longer true
Digging deeply into caverns of the soul
Flying higher than the atmosphere
Finding new truths
As they are made known
Ever-changing truths
New realities born unto thee
Like a chameleon
Changing colors
Blending in with surroundings
Standing out
Boldly
Peacefully
Clarity revealed
Your truth is not my truth
Theirs is not the others
Forced upon another does not make their truth
Gently inviting
Accepted
Adopted as truth
Many truths
Multitude realities
One holds firmly
Over them all
Love is truth
Unchanged
Unaltered
Remains as it was in the beginning.

~Ani Po*


*While Ani Po has become a pen name of sorts, it still remains an invite for all to declare “I am here.” Ani Po in Hebrew translates to just that, bringing us to the present moment of knowing we are right where we ought to be.


We’ve come so far, yet do we really know where we are? Getting through darkened times, declaring who we are, survivors we are, as Monoreena Acharjee Majumdar writes about in her piece.

Thank you Yana Bostongirl and Coffee Times for welcoming Know Thyself Heal Thyself writers and giving them a home during changing times.


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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Born to Innocence

Born to Innocence

Forgotten brief time-lapse disfiguring moments

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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

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