The Big Show


The Big Show

Dance for today, dancing for all eternity

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The big show arrives once a year — like jolly Saint Nick and his little elves preparing to spread cheer. In a blink — like a flash of light dissipating into the shadows of sulking sun’s misspoken truth’s despairing awkwardly into oblivion and grief-stricken tune.

We remain onward to the next — grasping for straws and holding the lines of unspoken valor — Cupid’s arrows misfiring onto the collective. Sharpened claws — extorting realities on one reservation of the night.

The magic falls to the wayside — while the others lose hope — Little Cherub carrying Cupid’s name — aims with bullseye every mark. Target engaged — heartfelt melting tune in a single draw of his tiny bow.

While the big dance — big show moving out of town — settles for another day, Cupid’s arrows begin firing at will for the other three hundred and sixty-four. Holding sacred space — little Cherub warming by the fire — the elder’s smile in admiration, replenishing the cup — where all life begins.

Dance for this day brings forth a sacred song — buried deep for all to recover. Dance for all eternity — found on one day, lasting a lifetime if sight has given — a chance to open heart’s true home.

~Ani Po


Late entry or deliberate pause of entering true? Sitting on these thoughts or life unexpectedly pulling me elsewhere to be free? Matters not for this day or the next, but what may come to pass free-fold arrows piercing song onto the next.

Thank you Marilyn Glover and The whole Third-Eye-Gypsy family for sharing this 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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Sharing Excitement For Another


Sharing excitement for another

Butterflies in the Stomach

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Guarded lips from offering council
or one-upping to another’s story
Attentive ear, whole-heartedly present
no offerings but a sacred presence.

Feel the feeling
spoken wisdom in time before
Awareness of changing
thoughts
Energetic pulling into unknown.

Mourn, rejoice
necessary healing of cognizance afore
Present are we
harmoniously delight.

Be in this Moment, share anothers Moment…fully Present we become, that is enough.

~Ani Po


Have you ever had butterflies in your stomach? Chances are you have. But have you ever experienced butterflies in your stomach for another? Can one share in the feeling of something that brings them joy?

Tuning into our days, we can easily feel doom and gloom of the day or a sense that everyone is happy: Heaviness in the air, chaotic thought all around and compounded disasters throughout the day; Joyous whistling, excitement in voice and synchronicity throughout the day.

We can stand beside someone who is going through a difficult time. Being in their presence is enough, and fixing their problem may not be the answer. Just be present. During a friend’s difficult breakup or the death of someone close, sometimes it is best to remain silent. Be present.

Just as the pit in our stomach when another is going through difficult times, we can also share butterfly feelings as another is ecstatically experiencing the Canvas of Life. Just Be Present. Recognize this feeling but refrain from trumping anothers’ experience, letting them have their moment. Be Present.

Last week I had the experience of walking into a feeling I had not felt in some time. It was a feeling of ‘going up north to the cabin.’ Every time I would be heading north to the cabin, I would get a child-like feeling of excitement for being up north in the woods. Does this happen to you? Is there another activity that brings this excitement? Just as the feeling of heading north brings excitement, there is a similar event when returning home. Something about looking forward to sleeping in your bed.

So this feeling I walked into… was familiar, but I was uncertain where it was coming from until a friend began to speak. “Oh my gosh! Are you heading north?” He answered yes, why?! “I feel such excitement around you as if I were going myself.” My friend reminisced on old stories, sharing hilarious moments bringing joy to anyone.

As stories unfolded, I could feel my own stories triggering and wanting to be shared. With guarded lips, I remained present, allowing my friend to gloat and enjoy the moment. Often our sharing of stories triggers more stories of another, but when is it appropriate to share our own stories? Many explanations will come forward, but my experience of trusting our intuitive self and discerning when it is appropriate. At this moment, I chose to listen.


Thank you Zay Pareltheon, Marilyn J Wolf, Viraji Ogodapola, and the whole Howling Owl community for keeping the flow of hooter’s quo.

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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