Honoring Our Elders


Prose| Poetry| Learning from the past


Honoring our Elders

Hearing words of wisdom

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The rain falls, like twisted past flooding thoughts — remembering the heartfelt and bleeding storylines of yesteryear. Numb — melancholic remembrance of scar tissues evaporating songs.

All things — all dreams — all realities colliding and intertwining — past to present, and future outlook obsessing of what may or may not be true. Invitation sent — all players that make up the whole — sitting beside each other, fighting over right and wrong. 

Wisdom of the elders — called forward — age-old historical record teaching deeper connections to mother’s calling winds. Intently hearing the voices of the past — recalling a better way of living — buried by the casting shadows of golden rays warming light.

~ Ani Po


In his book, The Myth of Normal, Gabor Mate and His son writes about how childhood traumas can cause roadblocks or disease later in life. Unattended to, our cells fester, waiting to explode — pleading to be heard.

Crying out for greater understanding, we ignore, mask, or honor them — releasing everything leading up to this point.

Not in the literal sense but in allegory, our traumas and addictions of the past teach us valuable wisdom within this canvas of life.

As a child, indirectly taught how not to be, afflictions becoming our elders and traumas themselves molding into the present version of self just as the physical — living elders are sharing their wisdom, traumas of the past carrying similar songs not yet understood. In gratitude, submersing ourselves in the past subservient ways, no longer — lingering holds of what’s been told.

What if we treat our traumas, addictions and afflictions as elders to a greater understanding of self and how the world has formed to be? Honoring our Elders, like those sitting by the fire — sharing wisdom for all to take home to their neighboring village.


Thank you Diana C., Ravyne Hawke, Spyder, and the whole Know Thyself Heal Thyself family for sharing this sacred 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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Left in Wonderment


Left in Wonderment

Intrigued by All There Is

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Whether wrong or right,
varying opinions of sort.
What if we are all incorrect?

Wrong in trade of thought?
Is it possible
we have forgotten?

Simplest
of forms,
thoughts,
actions,
carry most weight?

What if we are all correct?
Seeing things as truth?

Is it possible
multitude of realities?
Two viewpoints,
way of seeing things.

Darkness vs. Light
Right vs. Left
and
Right vs. wrong.

Upper worlds vs. Lower
Two mouths to feed.
Where doth one stand?
Here or there?

Within flight
Or solid ground?
What is solid ground?

Intrigued by All there Is,
Left in wonderment.
Does it Really Matter?

~Ani Po


Thank you Sahil Patel and the whole Lifeline family for sharing this dance.

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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