Inevitable Ticking Time


Change| Poetry| Promptly Written

Inevitable Ticking Time

Change is Coming

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Change is coming, inevitable,
Sun’s warming breath.
Time travelers occasional passing, demisable,
constant only is this change.

Seasons yield, submitting,
death and new birth.
Fawns and pups, younglings,
springing forth is this change.

New day presenting, passerby,
closing lunar reflection.
Stars and stripes, brasserie,
near and far is this change.

Self-reflecting thoughts, mastery,
no-thing existing, illusory halting end.
All things beginning, dicastery,
accountability is this change.

The animal kingdom, the teacher’s pet,
and nature’s flow followed the stream.
Plants alike, decaying breath,
nature’s way only is this change.

Looking to heavens, failing inwardly,
deep-dive cease judging thee.
Meditative states hinder me;
self-inflicted is this change.

Change is coming, inevitable,
time ticking clock giving way.
Focusing on another irreparable
hero’s journey is this change.

~ Ani Po


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Very often a change of self is needed
more than a change of scene.~A.C.Benson

Too often, we look outwardly, interpreting what we see. Our interpretation is judging good versus bad, pretty versus ugly, joyous and angry. Finding ourselves in uncomfortable situations, in difficult whereabouts, frozen in our fear of further judgment, we resist constant change. Attachment to the way it was or expected outcomes, remaining frozen in time, hardening belief, and narrowing our minds.

Being present in any situation, even amidst chaos or despair, we are no longer affected by sadness. Being present in any given situation, free to interpret while remaining in peace if we choose. Being present is the observation of change, whether saddening outcomes or joyous returns, we just are. Going with the flow, knowing change is inevitable.

Maybe a co-worker annoys the Shit out of you, or they just don’t get it, misaligned with your trade of thoughts. What if they get it and you fail to see truth riding change? Skewed by anger, we only see others needing to change, failing to witness our need for change.

We spend too much time trying to correct others for varying beliefs and not enough time enjoying what the Canvas of Life has to offer. Seeing differences, celebrating beauty, shifting thoughts, converting self to global, deep within the subconscious witnessing the change, inevitable we are. In all the varying colors painted upon the Canvas, we rejoice at the many thoughts and ideas assembling into one.

Instead of looking at how to change things, ask how we can change. Instead of changing scenery, how can we change ourselves? While inevitable, fret, or soothing, reactionary presence choice remains.

Stepping into the Canvas with a new perspective is an inevitable change, turning focused self-reflection into this change. We are not to change anyone in the world, merely ourselves. While there is nothing to be done, self-realization inevitably is this change.

Thank you Ravyne Hawke, ADEOLA SHEEHY-ADEKALE, Petunia Petals, Bella Smith, and Promptly Written for holding 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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Filling the Jar with Love

Filling the jar with love

Single fragment — heart remains.

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Overflowing with a heartfelt song — two as one — an ancient telling of the sacred throng. Scaturient morsels of love — cookie jars thief — stealing a bite with every passing by.

Nourishing for a thousand lifetimes — seemingly full — empty withering thought of what it used to be. Voided space — filling the jar — only a broken morsel remains — both halves of the other touched by fear of losing it all.

Teardrops — flooding gates — opening in hopes of watering seeds of what was — leaving both halves out to dry. Two halves splicing jagged breath — kissed by the promises of something greater.

Hung out to dry — hearts torn at the seam — buried together with remnants of one another. Wait and see — never knowing — bursting from mother’s bosom.

~ Ani Po


Inspired by JD Greyson’s dance with inspiration:


Thank you Filza Chaudhry and the Heart Revolution family, for sharing this dance.

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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