The Stronger the Hold


The Stronger the Hold

Greater the purge

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It began with the storyteller’s vision or spirit’s dream — calling him to the Peruvian jungle — which began atop a Mayan temple speaking to villagers below. Oljita — keen on a similar vision — the storyteller invites Oljita to finish the story.

I emerged from an inner temple atop the Jaguar temple — located in Tical Mexico — heart-filled message flowing through — a spirit-charged offering to the villagers below.

Smiling — storyteller invites Oljita to Peru on an upcoming adventure. Traveling the Amazonian river — slow boat versus fast boat — a difference in time and whether pirates have time to catch up. They traveled into the jungle, landing in Contamana, greeted by new friends and family.

Recalling the seven nights — purging old thoughts and holding on as long as he could. The stronger the hold — the greater the purge. Some nights were more excruciating than the next — finishing on paradise’s shore.

The dragon approaches the vial depths of the purging soul — sludge’s scraping of inner depths of hidden secrets. With head hanging deep into the toxic container of self-knowledge — a sweetness like never before — once a cesspool of waste, now emerging rainbow’s illuminating lotus flower.

Aya speaks — let go and open the many layers of what were — allowing all to witness the emerging blossom within. Pedals were peeling outward — layer by layer — exposing the fruits of one’s own labor.

Sweet as the grass — lavender hints and hibiscus returns — Oljita falls into his mother’s peaceful embrace. Toxic sludge — switch-word blossoming songs — paradise was never a place but the journey itself — in and of itself.

~ Ani Po


Thank you Ravyne Hawke for this prompt in Promptly Written. It triggered a memory of when I went to Peru for the first time. Purging the past, emerging present-future day.


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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Sing


Sing

Because the birds invite you to be

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Come to me
What do you see
Sing with me
And you’ll see

Burning desire
Hearts call
Pounding
Beating faster
Earth vibratory response

Take my hand
Fly with me
Winds of whispers
Enter thee

Sing
Hearts Love unconditional

Sing
Letting go

Sing
Releasing stronghold of thine enemy

Sing
No other reason

Sing
Because the Birds invite you to be.

~Ani Po


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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