The Final Countdown


The Final Countdown

Is it to early to start?

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Getting lost in the world around us, through mystery and awe, we find ourselves at the center of all there is.

Walking a narrow path with pain (past) and bliss (future possibilities) in each hand. Arms stretched out…No longer attached to past or future but aware (present). We call upon Mother Earth, we call to the Sky People, we call to inner self — shining as bright as the Sun. Breathing in new possibilities, Breathing out what was. Breathing in new Possibility, Breathing a New Frickin’ Galaxy.

~ Ani Po


Today, I sit quietly, looking out over the frozen bay. Time has flown, time is fleeting, and my time here is coming close. The feeling is bittersweet, yet I have no thoughts about what comes next.

A song plays in my head, marking a final countdown. What remains? What’s in store for me in the coming weeks? It’s unknown, but the plans are formulating overhead as we read and write.


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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Cleansing Morning Song


Cleansing Morning Song

When the heart calls us to sing

Little Manitou Falls taken by Author

There is a place of no names
No faces
No segregation
No labels.

There are no pens to write
No brushes to paint
No Canvas to create
A place of darkness
A place without void or form.

Not for the faint-hearted
For there is nothing.

No quad shot four pump venti lattes
No…just nothing.

No music
No sound
No…just nothing.

For there is a thought which emerges, allowing a reality to exist
A thought that fuels a whole cosmos into form
It is the place of knowing the center is within, and possibilities are endless.

Within the darkness, we retreat to a brighter place
Beginning with a spark…exploding into a raging fire.

Let it be so.

Stepping into the Canvas with no thoughts…but one. An idea or thought that meets at a level of the heart. May this thought transform into song, transmuting all into gratitude and joy, intention and action. Through our song, we emerge in an eternal bliss of happiness. Not a destination but a place of being. The question is not where the thought came from or where the idea began…it just is — like an early Sunday Morning.

~ Ani Po


This past Sunday, while sitting and waiting to return north for the final four weeks of my current assignment, I just sat there with no thoughts — then a song emerged, and I began to sing. Please enjoy this song and listen as you read again. Does the feeling change? Is there a shift in thought? What comes to mind?

“Cleansing Morning” sung by Author

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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