PROSE| JOURNALING FROM AFAR

It has been a few weeks since I recorded words on a page, partly due to not having energy, being fully present, or in between worlds of reality. Nonetheless, I find my way back home to the page of Medium.

From the frozen tundra — holding its breath before unleashing inches, maybe even feet, of white powdery disturbance to some. Awaiting my departure to palm trees and pacific winds with new songs, gusts floating amidst the crashing tides.

All is well on the islands of dreams — traveling many days, even lifetimes, to arrive — yet another unknown in this chapter book’s awaited creative flair. One week under the belt — on the tail ends of a typhoon’s flooding perch — lingering mold and sewage paintings on the basement walls

Into the future, we arrive — with others a day in the past — finding ways to communicate. Channeling, astral traveling —  wherever — whatever — is needed at this moment in time.

Today is the first day of leisure — surfboard classic commencing as I gaze from balcony view. Lost in this moment — never wanting to return — I could stay here for infinity, but the universe pushes me back into the physical world.

As I write — Jesu wins the surfing competition — and bystanders roar in gladness. The horn sounds — the journey is over — I am back in this meat suit — awaiting the days to come.

For now — soaking in favor of the golden rays — with infinity pools promising infinite possibilities — I am home. Thousand miles between us — yet I feel your presence near — wish you were inches, toasting life in paradise.

We end there — as I return to my balcony of promised dreams.

~Ani Po

Thank you , for planting this seed — deep within Captain’s Log, and of course, the whole Know Thyself Heal Thyself family for holding this sacred 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