Silent Whispers


Silent Whispers

Heart Song’s Sacred Tune

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Observing the collective — those fighting in the streets for rights — to be heard, like squawking crows calling murderous friends to the seen. As a friend speaks — people are dying to be heard — like little children begging for parental attention.

Silently whispering — heart songs sacred tune — for the beggars asking for something other than coin. The monetary illusion of filling voided presence of self-inflicting precarious belief-ridden reality — emptiness remains.

Like Oljita’s ability to wander freely into worlds — not subscribing to the ordinary — living extraordinary. Stepping in — like a ghost undetected by those afraid of what cannot be seen — choosing to remain present while the busy bees continue begging for attention.

Ani Kuni set to the loop-pedals beat — crying out to father-mother, creative winds — save me from the pain of my brothers and sisters’ happenstance misfortune rhythms. Forward moving — stepping out of past to present — looking to present-future tense — absent are they who have not found the present.

Like a ghost, we came, hence a ghost, we return — observing the collective whole — self-inclusive vibratory thought forever. Present are we — in this place but not of it.

Here — but not here.

~ 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

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Consumed Laughter of All Things


Consumed Laughter of All things

Divide and Conquer or Healing as One

Created by Author on Copilot

Consumed by the very thoughts — handed down from generation to generation. Mothers’ passing — taking many of the hidden secrets — left now only with fathers flesh. Decaying are the memories — hidden cipher rotting by the consumption of media on a loop.

Consumed by the passing of the before — now a similar story with differing players and even greater unrest within the human populous. So steadfast is the song — heartfelt and shared with possibilities — singing into yet another consuming arena of alternate perceptibility.

Consumed in the now — breathing of the focused sense into awareness. Everything and nothing — colliding as one — before the beginning — out there in the existence of voided thought.

Consumed in the future tense — third-person singular — I to we, we to she, they to he — as one by the dividing nature in a consuming world. Breaking into laughter — smokey Joe holding a sacred space — seeing the all in the all — good, bad and ugly as the humans know. Labels — no longer attached to this all in the all — just a vibratory laughter healing a whole continent.

~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

Photo by Javardh on Unsplash