Cycles of Life: Giving Birth Deathly Tolls

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Cycles of Life
Giving birth deathly tolls

I.

Twinkling stars within the eye of
summer’s day turning warmth
into comforting nights
cuddled by the fire
sharing dreams and aspirations
hard to swallow magistrates heavy load
rocket ships into the unknown
relieving sounds sweet whispered souls
puff a smoke in heartfelt delectation.

II.

Hours churning months
buttered bread burning muffins
buns in the oven not yet risen
checking the oven light periodical
turkey timer popping in excitement
it is time! Hoover damn releasing amniotic
pinholes pushing watermelons
screams of jubilance piercing eyes
once gardener planting seed
returning to elation wonder and awe.

III.

Cooing sounds baby bird mothers’ milk
deepened bond watchful eyes
observant peeper singing early spring
sponge-like absorbent mind
timing-critical developing patterns
passed down intrinsic generational
mimicking sounds calling servants bell
one ringy-dingy Lily Tomlin awaits
spoken words mommas and papas playing a tune.

IV.

Free-running stallion home on the range
great mystery calls answering not just yet
enjoying the input freedom and pleasure
in this moment of time
lost temporary paralysis in the frontal
numbing truths faded memories
what was is no longer
owl insitu new vision phase unlimited
turning key unlocking portals deeper mysteries.

V.

The autumn of the year
beautiful colors or drab shades muddled thought
signs of wisdom yet not wise enough
was it enough? questioning mortalities reflection
giving new life and death in a single breath.
Knowing
becoming
allowing
evaporating.

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Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder and allow 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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Time Traveler

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Time Traveler


recapping travels, prompts, energetic flow

Little Joey, from tree-trunk to tree-trunk pulling on khakis, jeans, or whoever listens, seeking poppa, adult presence being near, the search continues. Always accounted for most profound memories dancing with inspirational, shadow-marked calling brightest of days, inserting dialogue with self, mydriasis’ full spectrum.

Joey is becoming ‘We,’ no longer I, self-fading blackened past looking up to the one to be, higher self, and adulthood of nth degree. More truth serum needed, not necessarily, a child as mentioned earlier to adult, we are becoming, and we ‘just are’ belonging.

Aged and worn redwood, sequoia dreaming of once planted seed, recalling the troubling springs with wildfires ablaze, would the little survive, yet here she is fully grown to the heavens and skies painted tapestry.

Nightmarish sweetest of dreams, wishing once to return whence she came, homesick yet recalling a time before time itself, before seedlings earthly kiss, aforetime floating bubble imagined already before.

This childlike dialogue, innermost conversation, Two Owls given-sight as this or that, black and white, not just that easy, varying shades in between — situational piece, white like ivory keys, flat black and sharpened means.

While two sides to every coin, positive and negative polarizing thoughts, calling for attention, dividing sorts, yet more dichotomies dualistic in nature. Split entirely, again and again, yet subconscious doubleheader pulling an all-nighter. I see what I see; We are what We are.

Then sings my soul breaking into chorus, childlike, vibrational enveloping song, deliver me Oh Lord, once fiery ash-laden self-being, transmuted thought, transforming phoenix presence born. Dragon tamed or embracing, embodying ‘All There Is,’ traveling through time, forward and back, retracing and recreating, time standing still-Heart painting world on fire!

Canvas is born stepping whole-heartedly, self-realization coming of age, heart-strings tug self ought not to puppeteer cutting strings. Free to be, thoughts limiting mind-blocking to me, no longer, entering heart-space from me to We-We are Free. Here in this space, a tonic of the wildness flowing, drunkard souls, life’s eternal elixir coursing through our veins.

All this, Friday after all, clinging to stories of old beliefs anew, letting go everything, surrendering to ‘All There Is.’ Boundaries and attachments, no longer common in this space, foreign lands, thoughts unspoken by tongue, felt, transmitting frequency, non-attachment to even the ‘All There Is.’

So ‘We’ bid you good day, goodnight, Good Life, blessed be. Smokey Joe returns accompanied by Little Joey; we the pondering, observing the observer, silently ‘We’ watch from afar. Atop the mountain ways, rolled mapacho or piped inner-knowing, releasing a thousand lifetimes, puff, puff, breathing out ‘All There Is.’

~ Ani Po

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This past week was not as planned, deflated is an understatement, as my world around me pulled from every-which way. In service, tugging at heart-strings, returning to that healing space of self, to which I have come to know and love oh so well.

The inner voices, battling to be heard, “we need to write! No we do not,” dialogue of self and higher, child and adult, daily occurrence. In attempts to recap the weekly prompt, throwing the puzzle pieces across the floor. Regrouping life’s Great Mysteries, Tuesdays and Thursdays edition, wanting to paint varying colors in between.

At the close, weekend’s fold, we observe in silence, called forth observing the observer we are.

While I could interpret this piece, I will leave for the readers to do as such. My experience, while may aide another, free flowing are we. Free to interpret, get lost in interpretation or miss the mark with lost in interpretation itself. I gift you these words to ponder, observe or throw out because I am Bat-shit crazy.

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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.

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