Stepping Through the Gateway of Reality


Stepping Through the Gateway of Reality

Stepping into the Canvas

Image Created by Author, using CGDream

Standing at the threshold of eternity — a gateway shrouded in whispers and veiled in shadow — awaiting the moment when the path reveals its secrets, promises glimmering like distant stars. Pausing to reflect — memories of a shadowed past lingering like ghosts — awakening a deeper truth, a glimpse of something greater stirring just beyond the edge of perception.

Behind lie the echoes of doubt, a labyrinth of untold tales and silenced voices, awaiting their alchemy into a song of ancient healing. Ahead, through the veil of questions, stretches the unknown — vast and luminous — where unseen hands beckon, holding truths long buried beneath the sands of time.

Stepping.

Stepping into the uncharted expanse — into the profound, into the infinite — embraces a revelation woven with cosmic threads. The air hums with the song of distant birds, their melodies an enigmatic invitation, guiding the journey deeper into universal understanding.

Giving thanks — for the present moment, fleeting yet eternal. Breathing in new life, reborn a thousand times over. Reflecting — on the passage of a single year, a near miss with oblivion as the world trembled and shifted.

Stepping.

Stepping further into the void, a boundless leap of faith, grounding oneself on the edge of endless possibility. A robin appears, a messenger of mysteries, heralding the thaw of winter’s grip — three snowfalls melting into spring, as promised by the rhythms of the cosmos.

This journey is boundless and intimate, an unfolding odyssey brimming with wonder.

~Ani Po


Reflecting back one year, when my world took a great halt. Where were my thoughts at this time? What was needed moving forward? The mysteries keep unfolding…


Thank you Paroma Sen, for this lovely prompt, tickling my amygdala as I move forward in time. As always, Scrittura 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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Teacup, Saucer, Out


Teacup, Saucer, Out

Cracked are the fingertips of our soul

Image generated on Meta.AI by author with the prompt “teacup in the mountains”

With the promise of winter’s cracked fingertips — broken spells of hope — we look to the salve nourishing our soul. Like the art of filling cracks — beast mode tossing another teacup to oblivion — kintsugi prevails with a warm sip of elderberry, turmeric and ginger.

No longer chasing tail — plucking stars from the sky — hoping for something greater.

No longer dreaming of a false reality, begging the winds to spread more cheer.

Sitting in the desert for 40 days — 40 nights — contemplating. All existence. I’ve come to one final conclusion — It All Is.

Turning back the clocks of time — resetting circadian rhythms — hoping to gain more light in darkened times. Falling short of longer days — entering silenced thought. Embrace the shadows drowning tune.

It is time.

Reset the clocks — chapter books — turning pages — spinning our cup with more emphasis on the varied colors etched into the kiln-dried flesh of broken will. We are.

It is time.

~Ani Po


Well, this was not exactly where I thought I was going, but not a bad place to end up — daydreaming on the mountaintops. Thank you Paroma Sen, for the original prompt of daydreaming on the train. Sorry for not staying focused, drifting immediately into the mountains.


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

Photo by Javardh on Unsplash