Aging is on my Side


Aging is on my Side

Wrinkles in time, smoothing the way

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Aging is on my side
with wrinkles in time unfolding
multiplying layers — painted
on the faces of those awaken
and asleep alike.

Present are we
spoken words — filtered
heart voicing peace
in the distant
near as hand-holding true.

Given space
forsaken souls — crying
out songs of sadness
listening for retorting
welcoming tune.

Walls higher
than heavens gate —
walls crashing down
brick by brick
emptiness is all that remains.

A child-like
opportunity presents
rattlers and shakers —
drumbeats four to seven
beats per second.

Emptiness filled with
cosmic fluidity —
entering a new galaxy
left chosen
creating a new one at best.

New galaxies
thought-based reality
shifting into a growing
creative understanding —
seeing with greater perspective.

Signs drifting
heretofore —
embodying emptiness
filling broken hearts
with a new guiding star.

Time slowly
drifting —
speed of light
blinks another thought
into fruition.

Playtime
comes at any given moment
acceptance — of whispered
healing into hearts
true home.

~Ani Po


This piece was a reflection of Linda Sharp recent poem…


Slowly, slowly, I am drifting…


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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The Waiting Place


Poetry| In Between

The Waiting Place

Timeless presence of future’s hold

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Something greater yet appears — remaining in this most curious place — already checked out — uncomfortable, poetically becoming enjoyable. The others — already crossing us out from gathered simple conversations — no longer reaching for obligatory reflection — left on the verge of a great waiting place.

In between here and there,
the Darkness and Cold roll in.
No longer afraid,
but yet Alone the same.

An ending is near,
beginning thereafter.
The Warrior steps in,
only to step out.

Leaving behind Seeds
of Faith, Hope and Love.
Whether they grow,
no longer Her care.

It is time to move on;
more seeds to plant.
More love,
more Peace.

From past twisted fate — futures’ glow — integrating yesterday’s song and future revelations — simultaneously emitting light on darkened shadowy doubt. Stuck was the initial feel — sitting peacefully amidst the scars — afflictions of mind-body — spirit-filling void enters true.

The Warrior awaits,
patiently,
for the next task.
No longer here or there,
remaining In Between.

Our clock is striking soon,
time to begin again.
Spreading Love from Here
to there — everywhere in Between.

Stepping into the Canvas — remaining in love. Here or there — everywhere and wearisome— releasing great mysteries’ opportunity — sharing love with all encounters. The gift of waiting in place — present is, an intertwining — co-mingling of needed thought — love endures. Written off — niceties of the day flying out windows pain — holding firmly — spreading love’s favorite tune. The greater the feeling of this waiting place — greater is the love spreading in between.

~ Ani Po


Thank you, Paroma Sen, for this week’s prompt — often caught in between, telling stories of what has been or yet to come.


Thank you, Zay Pareltheon, Marilyn J Wolf, Viraji Ogodapola, Paroma Sen, Samantha Lazar, Wry Welwood, and the whole Scrittura family for sharing these words.

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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