In Between the Waves


In Between the Waves

Riding the winds of change — sitting with all there is

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No thoughts with waves crashing through — one after another — the attention of seekers and knowers whomever will attune. Violent winds kicking up the swells — binding us to love’s harbor — stillness prevailing as we observe the magnitude of passing storms.

At the center of the rising melancholic blues — whispers of tranquility remain. Observe the observer, observing all thoughts floating in cosmic proportion — not attaching to any one thing or all things alike.

Long has the sun gone — three days since the warmth of your embrace — likewise the emptiness of the promising kiss of moonlight’s unspoken words. Alone are the wise — caught between worlds — suffering and miraculous knowing of creative deliberation.

We remain here, now, past, present, and future. Caught in the middle again, or chosen beings of in between. Allowing these moments to be accepted, acknowledged, and held silently for another day.

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Unfinished — hard stop.

Arriving as we are called to be.

~Ani Po


Thank you Katherine Myrestad, and the whole editing staff of Soul Magazine for expanding this space in love. May light and mystery continue to flow.

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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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

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