Stuck on a Loop


Stuck on a Loop

Or deliberately hitting the pedal

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On the cusp of another chapter’s close — new beginnings horizon — brink of open book suggesting change. Healing song — on repeat— not what we expected but mirrored in time.

Closing of eyes — feeling the past flowing threw. Vibrating — embracing the present song — into the future unfastened fold. Atomic City is burning all around — peace remains at the core center of the soul.

I’m free! Answering nobody — not even self — shaking out the confounded self-inflicting thoughts. Let the dancing begin — soul-expanding sounds carrying into approaching times.

State-of-the-world crashing to the ground — paradoxical arcadian mix amidst the calling of Zion’s temptational tune. Tap the pedal, once more activating an observational ride — roller coaster rides — no longer the focus.

I’m free! So expectantly — flesh and spirit dance as one — spiraling in deliberate form — simultaneously calling to the divine dichotomy of it all. Breaking free of unanswered questions — just being as we were called to be.

Many truths — have come and gone — new sources of reality resounding feathered steps. Returning to the one — not forgetting those fallen before us — spreading joy and harmonious song with every breath.

I’m free! Uncertainty. Unknowing. No longer interested in the creation of — just composing as it was in the beginning. Infallible beliefs — weird meter exploding in thundering sound — as in the beginning.

~Ani Po


Thank you Diana C. and May More for keeping this sacred space. Thank you for the prompt

  • Write about the ways in which you manage infallible beliefs

Loop pedal activated…


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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Forty Days Forty Nights


Poetry

Forty Days

Forty nights

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Into the desert I go, with a slivering moon’s call to contemplation — deep contemplation of the past, present and future holds.

Recalling a time when I didn’t know, before the time of knowing everything. Now for certain, without a doubt — knowing nothing, not even where I rest my head.

The heart knows, into the flow enters clear — hummingbirds visit amidst the ravens and crows. Raging heat of desert sand by waking light into the fortnight of passing moon.

Once broken, flat-lined and unable to lift even a mug. Now eager as the…

Second last day
Antepenultimate-third last

Into the darkness, we traveled free
Passers-by wanting to flee

Is this the end of a glorious chapter?
Masked by a shit show of events

Again, we sit, pondering the motions of the ocean
Arduous journey at the foothold of another

Omega to the end
Alpha begins anew

Today marks the third of the last
Tomorrow the second

Happy are we
They to me

~Ani Po


Thank you Blue Insights, editing staff Thomas Plummer, Francine Fallara, Victoria Ponte, Gurpreet Dhariwal, David Rudder, Pablo Pereyra, et el and all who come to support this 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

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