Stepping Through the Gateway of Reality


Stepping Through the Gateway of Reality

Stepping into the Canvas

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Standing at the threshold of eternity — a gateway shrouded in whispers and veiled in shadow — awaiting the moment when the path reveals its secrets, promises glimmering like distant stars. Pausing to reflect — memories of a shadowed past lingering like ghosts — awakening a deeper truth, a glimpse of something greater stirring just beyond the edge of perception.

Behind lie the echoes of doubt, a labyrinth of untold tales and silenced voices, awaiting their alchemy into a song of ancient healing. Ahead, through the veil of questions, stretches the unknown — vast and luminous — where unseen hands beckon, holding truths long buried beneath the sands of time.

Stepping.

Stepping into the uncharted expanse — into the profound, into the infinite — embraces a revelation woven with cosmic threads. The air hums with the song of distant birds, their melodies an enigmatic invitation, guiding the journey deeper into universal understanding.

Giving thanks — for the present moment, fleeting yet eternal. Breathing in new life, reborn a thousand times over. Reflecting — on the passage of a single year, a near miss with oblivion as the world trembled and shifted.

Stepping.

Stepping further into the void, a boundless leap of faith, grounding oneself on the edge of endless possibility. A robin appears, a messenger of mysteries, heralding the thaw of winter’s grip — three snowfalls melting into spring, as promised by the rhythms of the cosmos.

This journey is boundless and intimate, an unfolding odyssey brimming with wonder.

~Ani Po


Reflecting back one year, when my world took a great halt. Where were my thoughts at this time? What was needed moving forward? The mysteries keep unfolding…


Thank you Paroma Sen, for this lovely prompt, tickling my amygdala as I move forward in time. As always, Scrittura for holding this space.

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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Free as a Bird


Free as a Bird

Singing to greet the morning’s tale

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No longer bound to what is expected — spun to the rack — stretching of thoughts beyond recognition. We are centered — non-attached to clicks, likes and other social stigmatic plays.

Absent to the masses — like a ghost in a sacred mist — presenting heart-song for those in need. Snapping fingers, clicking heels — tooth pulling no longer true. Present are we.

Enters the Dragon — serpentine pulling of jaded past — slithering forward songs in expansive amusement. I Am. Believing in greater — songs of transforming truth — expansive ambiguity — heart embodied to All there Is.

Sing! Sing motherfucker, sing! That is what he said once before.

And so it was written.

~Ani Po


Thank you for holding this sacred space at KTHT. Thank you Diana C.and May More.

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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