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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Stepping Outside of Time


Stepping Outside of Time

An Escort Home

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Asked to intervene,
tertiary mediator to the physical — spiritual plains.
Removing the bondage,
tethered stitching of protective belief.

Guard against the hungry wolves,
drooling over — leftovers bequeathed by the window’s soul.
Protection against the legality of evildoers,
scratching another from spectrums broader.
It is done — write as the wing — left as it was.

Follow the smoke — find your way home.
We dance — singing to all past, present and future psalms.

Take our hand — into the unknown — forever yours,
back whence we came.

~Ani Po


Thank you for holding this sacred space at KTHT. Thank you Diana C., Spyder. and May More.

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