I See You

The Light in me sees the Light in you

There we were jamming to the MoFo sound, tale-telling musical, lyrical, rhythmic vibrational pulling sound, in and out of reality, trying to grip our existence. Storytellers set the stage for inter-dimensional story-lines, songs of old, present dear to hearts true home, play-on-words or triggered scripts, tugging at one’s soul.

Whether understood, inner-standing seeking choice bearing truth-be-told frequency of collective thoughts transpiring, transmuting equally comparative vessel burning sun. Asking, searching, “can you see me now? — maybe we are the Damaged Ones?”

Turns to the storyteller, “How do we arrive at this place of knowing?”

Soon the seeker shall witness — it is not about Seeing or feeling the vibration, but about becoming the vibration itself. Fusing thoughts, actions, supremely stretched out onto the Canvas’ floor, begging for orchestrated collaborative being-ness forevermore and infinitely living breath begging for my own hand.

Unexplainable, unattainable traveling by doubt — there they are, falling short by the little mind picking apart every nook-and-cranny. Rejoice and sing, returning to the circle not seen by eyes, heard not with ears, felt not on the physical form, infused with time-birthing self into all there is to be.

~Ani Po

Thank you Diana C. for the gifts you share through thoughtful prompts and words of inspiration for others to choose their own self-guiding path towards truth. In response to Mondays prompt: Bringing the unresolved, unmet & disowned back to the light of my awareness.

It comes to me in the form of witnessing another. Through their own short-comings, triggered moments, questions and doubt, I see a mirrored image of an older self, once laden by a thousand lifetimes of burdens and traumatic experiences. Coming to a place of surrender — letting go of all thoughts, all misery, painful dust sprinkles everywhere, just letting go of everything, becoming all things with a mere strike of a sacred chord.

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

Surrendering my Heart

Great Mystery calls my name

And the day came — roller-coasters no longer interested me — the ups and downs, neck-snapping. Jarring heads, bouncing off the backrest, brain splattered on the inner walls of cranial supplantation. Frozen in time, fear-ridden mongrel consuming thoughts inner-standings skewed by the past, present, or particular future glimpse of what may or may not be.

Do it! We double-dog dare you! Step into the Light!

Ok, just for a moment.

Here I am! Show me what you got! Calling Great Mysteries bluff, as if disbelief in any other possibility other than pain and suffering pigeon-toed position.

Walls trembling, lights flickering, soul-felt terror entering an ever-expanding vortex, whistling and vibrating with a heartbeat of creations first flutter. Holding onto whatever remains of this physical plain — hair-pulling experience nonetheless, far too late for that.

Trash recycling out with the old, accepting new story-lines, told by a Great Story Teller. Intently listening, forever glistening, an inner voice speaking truths and dropping bombs like O.G. back in the day — Unmistakable spoken words and vibratory thoughts, tales-telling of infinite potentiality.

Here I am! Fusing all things intertwining deductive reasoning, accepting shadows of doubt, light altering schemes of things, sitting at points pivotal play-on-words, yin and yang grasping straws no longer. Acknowledging the greatest lies in history — truths told by our dead, surrendered hearts burn hot like great fires in the belly, unexpressed painful grasp in not letting go.

The vibrational fusing of souls, self-realizing cosmic beings entering trance-like state for the human populace, showing up when called “to be,” doubtlessness enters the building. Atop the mountain-ways, amidst the villagers’ fire-circling chats, or just observing a band-goer awkwardly Skanking to the Beat, Story Teller explains-“feel the vibration, be the vibration.”

It is time!-life’s surrendering moment to Great Mysteries unspoken words and canvas-like parables or picture-book irreproachable. With stories to tell, songs to sing, painted Canvas stepping into more play-on-words, letting it all go, surrendering all of “It.”

No longer I or we, self or they, identified not by physical or spiritual beings withholding, “We just are,” no longer labeled goat or sheep, good or evil, whole and holy are we — together we march.

~Ani Po

Thank you J.D. Harms for this prompt, felt good to be back on the keys.

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. Much Love to Heart Revolution and all who arrive. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh