Sleepwalker Unaware

Zero point inwardly path

Sleepwalker
Unaware
Auto-talk
One-up
Power-driven reality

Zero point
Breaking in
Cracked
Wide open
Thought-based reality
Non-existent as it was

Zero Point
Outer gaze
Grasping
Attachment to physical
Breaking point
No longer truth

Zero Point
Inwardly path
All things
Thought
Akashic record
Void creating New Canvas

Zero Point
Non-attachment
Allowing Nature’s Flow
Accepting All There Is
Choosing from Great Mystery
Stepping into the Canvas

~Ani Po

Thank you Zay Pareltheon, Marilyn J Wolf, Viraji Ogodapola, and the whole Howling Owl community for keeping the flow of hooter’s quo.

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

Poetry| Release

They’re Dead to Me

Stuck in self-misery

They’re dead to me — is what he said a thousand times — killing off people once close and those of a different cloth. With the fear of losing everything he had — reflecting his words in his greatest unease.

Pushing loved ones — lifetime friendships — to other shores. Angry without considering how anyone could leave the beast’s narcissistic world.

Down to the last few — those giving thanks for the Ass that he was — even they began packing their bags, seeking quiet pastures from tormented guise. Now holding onto life’s last thread of hope — damned for all eternity if that is what he chooses — clearly, he has made his bed and now it is time for him to sleep in it.

Sanctified — his partner’s path — for exchanging beliefs with demons’ lasting impressions. Spawned are the children — tomorrow’s new hope — breaking cycles of centuries handed down given ways.

Last one standing — before the demon’s presence — blessing him, forever turning a blind eye to what possibilities lay before him. Too afraid to let go — familiar tune of a destructive song — disease-ridden — rotting from the inside out. He’s dead to me — mirrored back to what was once spoken to me.

~Ani Po

Thank you Zay Pareltheon, Marilyn J Wolf, Viraji Ogodapola, and the whole Howling Owl community for keeping the flow of hooter’s quo.

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