Intimacy: Two hearts beat as one


A poem — GiaB prompt #22 intimacy

Intimacy: Two hearts beat as one

Individual journey from separateness to wholeness

In the beginning, rose an unbreakable bond
the invisible thread of webs intertwining
encompassing millions of eons, spatially translucent.

Honeymoon and laying of stone, foundational mortise
special joiners and woven weavers, magical moments
created by opposites recognizable whole.

Different worlds, planetary alignment maintaining
a beat of own drum — rolling through the meadows
whistling tunes handed down by generational gaps
skipping seven generations.

Ebbs-flowing in a natural deluge, illusory harmonious
discorded moments transpiring lacking complete understanding — deeper
layered realities existing in every single atom.

Separating trails vastly creating a great divide followed by
colliding forces, intertwining splashing soul’s variant
elixir of life-altering memories embodied extant.

Flesh to flesh, dancing molecular salivary essence
co-mingling wandering paths crisscrossing wonderment
gifts are receiving beneficiary nod to poly-rhythmic sounds.

Dropping beats, playing out until the decaying song
serving erstwhile effortless shift — occasional trips
skidding knees attending to wounds new melody.

Deeper into the vortex, voided truths mastered thought
levied breaking down hardcore cosmic spinning — lost
unspoken infallibility heart-wrenching birthing of ancient text
written corpuscles floating unwavering patterns of life.

Stripping of the meat-skin and all, invisible beings becoming,
joining eternally — bonding resources, gathering new possibilities,
relearning to unknowing what is and what may be forever
certifying a profound entanglement with The All.

~Ani Po


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Nearly thirty years together, two individuals are passing through various stages of life while birthing and raising two amazing individuals requiring twenty-four-seven moments of their time.

Lost amidst their company, levy breaking out from under the ground they stand in a time of re-inventing or moving on.

Choosing the preceding, after one of them sifting through their rubble of past, while the other remains scared stiff from moving beyond the familiarity of what life currently offers, they divide and conquer as familiarly adapting to unknown chapters of self and the collective of the presence of each other.

With a willingness to let go of the other so that they may find what they are looking for, a new level of intimacy (into me see)that is far deeper than any textbook can offer. Carlos Vettorazzi offers a detailed understanding of the layers associated with diving deeper into self-understanding, further developing a deeper bond between others.

Allowing the other person to go and find their way, holding space for the healing of self, without interjecting our agenda of what healing may look like, makes room for a deeper intimacy to form. Beyond the physical remains a deeper connection of two souls waiting to be discovered.

Congratulations to those who’ve arrived in this land of understanding, dissolving truths of what we thought to be true, allowing two hearts to forever beat as one.


Thank you to Orla Kenny for this invitation to dive into intimacy at deeper levels of understanding and thank you to the whole Genius in a bottle team for allowing my words to land a place for others to read.

Original prompt


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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Regaining Sight Unseen


Prose Daily Strategies

Regaining Sight Unseen

Remembering who we are

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Oh, the shores of Lake Michigan, father and son were looking out into the fading distant memory of generational pulls. Manistee, in through the narrow canals, landing to the east and west on the riverbanks unfolding time after time — resting while muted child tugs at father’s hand’s muzzle.

Truth be told, unleashing glimpse in every Step into the Canvas, lost forgotten ways, days of seeing beyond all veils. Live thy life as it was in the beginning, torn apart by man-made certainties malfunctioning for the last time — transference of following lost forgotten sheep, revealing true as Peter Parker, Clark Kent, and any other secret identities, no longer hiding behind the masks.

Shadow of Doubt, Thomas no longer speaking of the foreboding tongue-tied to an evergreen, life everlasting dipped in the daily tea. Elixir of vicissitudes last birthing thought, bridging gaps from left to the right hemispherical rhymes numerical, one… two…three strikes you’re out, at the old ballgame.

Are you?

End game?

Fallen into seas misery, burnt ash transforming pharisaical to dusting off the records scratching Post Malone running in circles, blackened phase into the white-flying overhead. Dragons breath cleansing souls, exchanging hearts like long-lost buddies swapping ancient gifts — wrapped up into self-inflicting realities expanding.

Deeper the cavernous percipient entering time before this — was only the beginning. Identifying the skeletons lurking about, prideful lusting over material self-inflated ego crumbling like sweetened kuchen atop peaches and cream.

If not now, when?

Quoted and misguided, dogmatic stronghold practicing every ritual under the sun — shining rays of no more unto her. Now is the time! Seek and he did find, whispering sacred truths declaring I AM Here — to for, play on words — exaggerating no more.

Trusting the inner voice, wisps inspiritu leading The Way — beyond words, details, labels, and such, it just is. Walking forward into the unknown, silencing void welcoming home — at last, oneness, beingness, creating and co-creating as it was before, now is and forever shall it be.

~ Ani Po


This is a perfect example of my daily strategies, this poem started out telling a daily story, unfolding into a lifetime of undoings. Returning back to the innocence, trusting the inner-guidance and inner-knowing, allowing no strategy to be the all-inclusive strategy but a piece to a greater whole.

Thereby making my daily strategy no strategy in particular, just following spirit and answering the call to where I am to go next. Little morsels left behind, sign-posts up ahead, or whatever catches the attention of my heart’s song vibratory favor.

Thank you Jean Carfantan for allowing me to participate in this prompt, a little stretch but it sure did tickle my thoughts.


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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