Stepping into Self-Realization


Stepping into Self-Realization

Coming to know the self as a collective whole

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Boom! Goes the epiphanies — unanswered dreams coming true — like a flash in the night — clear as day sight given to thee. Standing on end — hairs peaking resonance — divine presence gifted and pressing through.

Long time waiting — mere seconds though it seems — as the darkened skies brighten their gaze, wistful whispers transmuted into joyful song. Heart ripped open — scars tenuous evaporation to whence it came — mocking birds melodies sounding.

The curse of two-sightedness — both sides of the same coin — flipped every morning with hopes of landing in favor. It so — written a thousand times before — inward journey with gifted returns.

We talk about it — even write a perceptual thought — giving no attachment to yay or nay. Simply put — stepping into new realities — stepping into self.

Stepping into the Canvas — stepping into self — all sacred becoming. The mysteries of yesterday and foretold by dogmatic disbelief — gone with the wistful whispers. Joyful song — I becoming we, self unto thee.

~ Ani Po


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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Time Keeps on Slipping


Time Keeps on Slipping

Into the future

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Holding pattern continues — unsteady footing while butt-sores inflate — a noble whisper’s little voice entered tune.

One cannot fly with the eagles while hanging out with turkeys. ~ Duane

Patiently, the heartbeat waits — to sing valiantly the echoes of canyon song — anticipation mounting whilst the waiting place gets darker as days go by.

Promised zoom calls falling flat — no answer to declaring finite — hence, we wait and write to tell another tale. Spoken words — transcribed into spacious thought — coming to life as promised by eagle’s glare.

Neighboring neighbor slumbers the day away — whilst flight anticipated awaits — no time to lose, no time wait. Off and away — soaring higher than yesterday — I want to fly like an eagle — Steve Miller calling, let my spirit carry me.

Tick-tocking beats — goes the waiting place sanded grains — excitement is mounting with feathers fanning out for northern skies. Cold is the blistery calling — Superior’s bone-chilling charade — packing everything from flip-flops to triple-down goose feathers.

Chapter’s closing song — interlude of this inner space — vocal cords readied for the new song’s sizzling melody. Answered call — great pause at hand — soon enough — doing what we love.

~ Ani Po


This past week, I spent more time with licensing agencies and health departments on hold. Today, I waited for a Zoom call to review all my paperwork for starting my next chapter. While on hold, I wrote this piece. Edited while waiting to Zoom.


Thank you James G Brennan for the nudge, a welcomed one at that. Much gratitude for the Literary Impulse, Somsubhra Banerjee, Priyanka Srivastava, Rahul S, et el.

Tagging a few who might want to share their words Sally A Mortemore, Michelle Scorziello, A. N. Tipton, David Rudder, J.D. Harms. Many more favorite writers I could choose.


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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