From Darkness and Void


From Darkness and Void

Born into Light

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From darkness and void,
born into light.
Awestruck — beginning the crawl,
till upright and knowing.
Sought after power,
taking all that is given,
unlimited source.

Gathering all,
remaining — in the darkness and void.
Closing remaining doors,
hopeful — keeping all there is for self.
Gathering,
hoarding,
casting shadows of thought.

Returning to the beginning,
a place of darkness and void.
Sitting
quietly,
acknowledging thought without form.
Breath,
spoken word,
It Is born once more.

Walking amongst the two-legged,
unknowing — once knowing.
I Am darkness and void,
as witness to.
Much greater
I Am Love — Light,
as witness to.

Just a speck of sand,
drop in the ocean,
carrying all of land and sea.
Single — two-legged,
walking with thousands — before,
during,
till the end.

From darkness and void,
to Light Unlimited,
and back again.
Coming to an end,
returning — as in the beginning.

~Ani Po


Thank you Jason Edmunds, for hosting these words in a Taste for Life.


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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In Between the Waves


In Between the Waves

Riding the winds of change — sitting with all there is

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No thoughts with waves crashing through — one after another — the attention of seekers and knowers whomever will attune. Violent winds kicking up the swells — binding us to love’s harbor — stillness prevailing as we observe the magnitude of passing storms.

At the center of the rising melancholic blues — whispers of tranquility remain. Observe the observer, observing all thoughts floating in cosmic proportion — not attaching to any one thing or all things alike.

Long has the sun gone — three days since the warmth of your embrace — likewise the emptiness of the promising kiss of moonlight’s unspoken words. Alone are the wise — caught between worlds — suffering and miraculous knowing of creative deliberation.

We remain here, now, past, present, and future. Caught in the middle again, or chosen beings of in between. Allowing these moments to be accepted, acknowledged, and held silently for another day.

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Unfinished — hard stop.

Arriving as we are called to be.

~Ani Po


Thank you Katherine Myrestad, and the whole editing staff of Soul Magazine for expanding this space in love. May light and mystery continue to flow.

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