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

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Holding Sacred Space


Holding Sacred Space

It is all sacred

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A man searches the world for sacred space — finding it already under his feet. He sees pain and suffering — clouded by judgment — hatred, overlooking sacred space afoot.

Holding his own — for self, family, and community — sacred space grows in peace and love. With every step, the sacred grows. Acknowledging pain and suffering — natural beauty all around — it is so.

Kissing Mother with peace and love — stepping in sacred gifting of selfless fashioning — It Is So — we are dancing on sacred ground.

Sacred space present wherever we are. ~Ani Po


Looking back into the collective song, I remember the clattering of echoing screams of fallen angels, pleading with creation to cease tinnitus’s constant ring. Knowing now, what was blind to the fainted belief, the murmur of winds calling names, sight unseen made known in disbelief.

Integrated timelines of past — present to future folds — old dogma fallen to the wayside of relieving self-inflicted wounds and traumatic remembrance. Quietly forward is the thrust snare of tiny inner drumming — self-discovering — knowing it was all a dream — streaming consciousness from self and collective whisperings.

Alone, he sits — at first glance, knowing this — spirit all around acknowledging his presence. There he remains — on a back porch rocking about or overlooking the crashing waves somewhere in the Pacific — giving thanks for the path that led him to the present day.

In gratitude, he gives thanks for the hardships — the traumatic encounters — and the glorious memories bearing perma-grin lasting for eternity. Holding sacred space for self — holding sacred space for all who wish to enter.


Thank you Diana C., and the whole Know Thyself Heal Thyself family for holding this sacred 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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