Inward Return

Inward Return

We are home

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Submersed in realities — unfamiliar to self — gaining new perspectives of self-reality. Different from self, region and grandeur — finding common themes.

Once set in weakness — fragmented altered realities — entering a state of global awareness. Good versus bad, virus versus cure — mindless becoming internal pathogens — body or spirit — transmuted cure for self and Greater Whole.

Flesh inflicted with pain — translating into maladies of thought bodies — back-and-forth — vice-versa. Allergic-like response repelling against new realities — manifesting skin irritations, pains in heart, confusion of mind.

The consciousness of body — feeling various beliefs coagulating with previous understanding of self and communal thought. Manipulated by community and intrinsic belief — returning to a place of choice.

Remaining in past belief — accepting future thoughts of something greater. Remaining in the past — succumbing to pain and suffering — acknowledging the present virus — new reality as a self-transmuting virus into a cure.

The choice remains from virus to cure — made whole — simplistic or complicated through thought bodies. Frozen in time — thick as thieves — painting a New Reality within The Great Canvas.

Accepting coagulation or turmoil within — flushing out old paradigms while shifting into new realities. Transmuting self comes with the highest price — the burden of the past whilst holding onto the weight of stolen memories — energy exchange of past for future currency — allowing freedom of thoughts escorting freely about the Canvas of Life.

The Canvas of Life paints no right or wrong — black and white — decisive iridescent multi-colored Canvas of Self. Transmuting realities — translating to self — healing familial — communal and global understandings.

Outwardly gazed — hazing spin of all unanswered messages — seeking answers no longer remain. Inward return — equalizing — we are returning home. Inwardly return, we are Home.

~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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The Master Potter


The Master Potter

Spinning life as it unfolds

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A thousand voices are screaming in the directional pulling of one’s thoughts — yielding further abashment. External forces were unnatural to self-lending and deposited memories of intuitive flow.

Approaching the spinning of wheels mesmerizing sound — activating ancient vibratory healing songs. Singing begins — opening to a sacred space — guarded by ancestors awaiting the potter’s touch.

The scent of tobacco and patchouli filling the air’s dancing with Tara’s Healing breath — heart-centered alongside pedal afoot. Fear remains in collective thought — short-lived in the silencing of echoing cries.

Placed at the center — sits virgin clay — awaiting the potter’s interpretation of the vacant form. The pulsing rhythm of tapping feet — turning life’s traumatic stones into a pliable medium.

Dipped thumb’s penetrating soul’s favorite pie — blueberry stained fingertips — fanning to the outer edges of a cosmic dance. Breath-infused misery — healing crawling from base to fanning lips — life takes its form.

Silenced voices begging to be heard — potter continues the internal journey — nothing to something greater. From dust, clay is formed — to dust’s articulating song.

Ancestors and visions of present-day infused — standing behind in anticipatory fashion. With hands salivating to grab hold — from novice to master potter, the pottery wheel turns — ignoring the what ought to do’s.

Acknowledging original form — created by decades, maybe millennia — a lump of coal staring back into the voided soul. Beyond the roads — traveled pilgrims stomping to various beats — lump in throat turning into melodious healing ballads.

Novice to Master — in a single step — canticle of ages taking shape. True to the spirit — forgotten way — Master potter spinning life as it unfolds.

~ Ani Po


Thank you Dr Mehmet Yildiz, Dr Michael Heng, Dr. Preeti Singh, Dr John Frederick Rose, Marcus aka Gregory Maidman, all the editing staff, and the whole Illumination family for sharing these words.

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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