Within Nothingness


Within Nothingness

Everything returns

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The quiet before the storm
as no birds chirping
wondering what comes next.

Maybe the world collapses
or possibly our universe
remains in peace
the solitude of mountains
perpetually affixed on contentment.

Resting on nothingness
answering to nobody but
self-realization
everything exists — this moment in time.

We are the quiet
eye of existence
with the storms reverberating
sounds of All There Is ringing clear.


Too busy with the monotony of our daily events, we forget to enjoy the special moments throughout the day. Caught up in the busyness, we fail to see the beauty in the nothingness. Further, we feel a need to keep busy…continuing the cycles of our days.

It is within nothingness, we find the greatest reward. Happiness may not be found in the stuff or the busyness, but in the quiet moments with the self. Alone, quiet and of no thoughts…we find all we need to know.

In nothingness, everything returns.

May joy be found in the quietude of existence.

~Ani Po


Thank you Zay Pareltheon. Viraji Ogodapola, Marilyn J Wolf and whole family of Howling Owl, for housing 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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The Hooter’s Return


The Hooter’s Return

Silent whispers greeting the darkened days

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Centuries passing — winds whispered change
calling out our names — unspoken secrets
passing torches — scorching kiss
with friends of the night — gone forever
so it seems.

Catching breath — sitting still
nothingness — present moment echoing song
chilling fall tales return
imaginary acquaintance lurking about.

Preparing with the rising sun
retiring at descending moon
echoed true by one who’s wise.

Strigidae, Tytonidae
familiar sounds.

The Hooters Return.

~ Ani Po


Free as the birds frantically flaunting about — darkened — putting to rest during night’s healing of the lunatic owl, loop pedal activated.


Thank you Zay Pareltheon, Viraji Ogodapola, and the Howling Owl for housing 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

Photo by Javardh on Unsplash