Just Another Day

Or an other day, our daily choice

Another day or an other day — we get to choose from our first breath and every step along the way. We can remotely move or consciously choose. Remaining the same or altering reality with singular thoughts.

A master painter looks to the brush, paints, and canvas to convey a message. Trapped within constructs of reality, released with a single breath. Upon the Canvas — single strokes of pain, gladness and everything in between.

Colors blend or remain incompatible until the end. Vision unnoticed — often just before completion of tapestry found in a single breath, a thought, vision for what might be — hidden beneath life’s surface.

We share our uniqueness with Great Mystery and Mystery returned. With joy, gladness, pain, and suffering, we express our world as eyes interpret our Canvas of Life. We give and receive at the beginning and end of another day.

Repetition or interchanging, interweaving each diurnal course — we get to choose. Whether forty-eight years of self or thirty years of togetherness, today is our day to shine, paint, sing and dance to colors — melodies from the heart.

Just for today, we will have another day, or we shall make An Other Day.

~ Ani Po

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

The Final Countdown

Is it to early to start?

Getting lost in the world around us, through mystery and awe, we find ourselves at the center of all there is.

Walking a narrow path with pain (past) and bliss (future possibilities) in each hand. Arms stretched out…No longer attached to past or future but aware (present). We call upon Mother Earth, we call to the Sky People, we call to inner self — shining as bright as the Sun. Breathing in new possibilities, Breathing out what was. Breathing in new Possibility, Breathing a New Frickin’ Galaxy.

~ Ani Po

Today, I sit quietly, looking out over the frozen bay. Time has flown, time is fleeting, and my time here is coming close. The feeling is bittersweet, yet I have no thoughts about what comes next.

A song plays in my head, marking a final countdown. What remains? What’s in store for me in the coming weeks? It’s unknown, but the plans are formulating overhead as we read and write.

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