Reaching for Skies Unlimited


Reaching for Skies Unlimited

Finding peace among the thorns

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The budding north
slowly waking to a global shift
with the axis continuously tilting
towards the source of light.

Birthing — breaking ground
— reaching for skies unlimited
calling to breathless breaks
leaving one blind at first sight.

Simultaneous realities — intertwining
stories old and new — unceasing
beginnings ending thoughts
left to take a new height.

Stranglehold — choking berries
forbidden bated breath
pruning of wasted space
yielding more into personal delight.

Peaceful among the thorns
careful of blood-shedding
moments — bleeding out
inward return rewrite.

~ Ani Po


Happy is the man who finds tranquility amongst the thorns.

Some see thorns and prickly things, while others see natural beauty. The key to happiness is going beyond what we see or have learned, finding the miracle of life in every given thing. See with the eyes of flesh, and we shall only see the inanimate object; see with eyes of spirit, and the divine beauty shall present itself.


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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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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