Sharing a Piece of Paradise


Sharing a Piece of Paradise

Songs filled with heartfelt ancient beats

On the shores of Taki Maru by Author

Weaving clashing waves into breaking winds — Eastern skies opening to brightened seas — heart calls out first reefs shadowy past. Sing to the ocean breathless beats — sing to the mountains casting protective gaze — sing to heart’s content, endless deepened peace.

Stillness remains — emptiness filling cup — outward hands holding the balance of the diurnal course. Lost forgotten words — vacant ghostly shades of royal blues and turquoise hues — stopping for moments such as these.

Words on a page — filling voided thoughts with downloaded — transmuted energies of breezes sent from paradise. Transfixed on the daily routine — the pool boy painted the infinity pool with etched-out patterns of once before.

Silent is the mind — heart-beating recluse of ancient memories — home remains forever in the present moment. Rolling tides — repeating sounds of heartfelt tranquility — I am home.

Minus the plus one — soon arriving on Hagatna’s shores — reunited after heart-breaking distant deplores. Into the future — her arrival — nearly down under.

Like a childlike feeling — candy stores offering — the heart is filled with gladness — sharing a piece of paradise with Amore.

~Ani Po


Thank you Zay Pareltheon, Viraji Ogodapola, Samantha Lazar, Ann Marie Steele, and the whole Scrittura Family.

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

Photo by Javardh on Unsplash

Writing a New Canvas


Writing a New Canvas

Left alone to do what the hearts calls us to do

Photo taken by author

Thousands of miles away — new songs are presented. Islands faded memories — a glimpse into futures fold — past and present colliding.

Feet finally reaching the surfaced shores — glancing outwardly — nothing in sight for days. Inward returns — present for mystical arrivals of spirits residing.

Kepuha approaches in a hollowed vessel — asking, “What took you so long to get here?” Continued mocking on Hagatna shores — “did you bring your drum?”

No. Empty-handed but heart-songs ready to blend with ancient tunes — “that will do” — better get on with it then. Wait, before you go, Have you met The One Who Listens?

With a big Chamarro smile, “I have.” In the blink of an eye — chief Kepuha was gone. Till we meet again — welcome to the island — voices echoing in winds gusty form.

~Ani Po


Thank you Marilyn Glover, and the whole Third-Eye-Ascension family for holding this sacred 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

Photo by Javardh on Unsplash