Returning to the Natural Flow of Life

When the Levee Breaks

Passing of storms blistering winds, blanketing powdery snows covering up fresh new growth — forsaken trees launching acorns at our felonious minds colored in bleak — fear-ridden spikes and valleys of darkened truths. Waterways flow, breaking the peak — levees built notwithstanding hold on realities buried beneath the seas.

Trying to get to Chicago man, not knowing which way to go. ~Mofo Bros

Pausing for a moment — remembering all paths leading to this place in time — before the beginning, returning to present-day and future tense — no longer in the arms of collective truths. Self-inflicted pain, self-realizing clarity of everything that ever was — budding actuality — daffodils reminded songs springing forth — growing new direction deep within our souls.

Riverbeds rise — rains of inner terror mirroring a course taken by the masses — until the levee breaks. Free-flowing waters — cleansing spirits — entering in and out of lower, upper and middle grounds — broken for the last time — forgotten strength putting back the pieces of all there ever was.

Returning to the natural flow of life — ever-changing minds — thought processes switching directional pulls as the waves call us by name. When the levee breaks — releasing our grip on the pain-staking claim of holding on to yesterday’s car-crashing into another broken wall.

No direction in life — end nowhere in sight — unseen clarity of knowing this dream by day — night’s haunting memories waking us to the core. Bleak is the presented form of a toe-tapping theme song for yours and ours.

To the left, a darkened road, right shedding light on a brighter path — forward-moving — choosing nothing at all, rebuilding the dam holding back frozen fears of linear time-space infinite possibilities awaiting hands grasping touch. The world around us crumbling — feverish excitation manifold unfolding — no other choice — singing when the Levee Breaks.

~ Ani Po

Listening to the MoFo Bros sing away, as I write this piece. Giving thanks to Iva Hotko for her recent reply to a prompt by DiAmaya Dawn, inviting us to become aware of our surroundings: self, community and the world around us. Please give there work some love and share what comes to mind.

Thank you to Ravyne Hawke, for last weeks prompt and Diana C., jules and Spyder, for their continued love poured into this wonderful place we call home.

With loop pedal on full, the MoFo Bros sing us a little ditty from their basement. If you care to climb into my mind, gathering your own thoughts and feelings, please give it a listen, meditate or contemplate, then give the piece another go. What comes to mind?

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