In Between the Waves

Riding the winds of change — sitting with all there is

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.

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