Hearing Nature’s Cry


Poetry| Current mood

Hearing Nature’s Cry

Nothingness returning…All There Is

Sunrise over Lake Butte des Morts, Oshkosh, WI-taken by author

Sitting quietly in the Collective
Hearing Nature’s cry
People discourse
Ebb and flow
Pounding head
Clarity swift as a blink
Listening to a balanced melody
Dissonance or harmonic
Self eval weighing of reality
Morning sip nourishing thought passerby
Abandoning self-defeating past-present-future
Giving thanks for sadness

Grief

Heartbreaking present be
Zero Point magical transmuted realities
Returning to the Canvas
Creating corporeality
Bowing to Collective
How might I serve
Sharing gifts
Sing Sang Sung unto Thee.

Heartbreak. Heart lifting.

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Oh, questions pouring in
Sadness attaches to darkened feelings
Confusion sits at the tables end
Contemplated reality sets a plate
Gazed and glazed
Outwardly approach
Songbirds gather round
Singing hearts joyous melody

What’s this?

Happy Squirrel eating nuts upon a shed
Inwardly return
Joyous smile henceforth
What was I thinking?
Forgotten once again…nothingness returns
All There Is.

~Ani Po


As I sit with the confusion of the collective — gathering thoughts — embodying this feeling, making it my own. Breathing into the darkened reality — transmuting thoughts — deeper understanding, footing all the same.


Thank you Thomas Plummer, Francine Fallara, Gurpreet Dhariwal, David Rudder, KS Copeland, editing staff and all of Blue Insight for bringing thoughts to reality.

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 Philosopher’s Stone


Finding the Philosopher’s Stone

The Missing Piece

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Searching for days,
Centuries
and repeated such.

Magical cure,
Abundantly happy.

From depths
Of Mother Earth
To the most distant galaxies.

Scurrying
Grey squirrel.
Mirrored self
Projected within every footprint.

What was missing,
Hidden in depths of souls.
Not visible out there
Inwardly seeking it presents.

Philosophers stone,
Transmutation of thought.
Philosopher’s Stone,
Missing Piece.

~Ani Po


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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