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The Few

Holding sacred space for The Many

Words unspoken work not done,
quietly sifting, sorting, gathering,
sacred objects placed upon alter.
Call to the seven winds,
generational, ancestral, mystical,
saving seats for acting council members.

Smoky Joe merging souls,
intention squared, constructed, presented,
shape-shifting time-traveling required.
Spirit lifting carrying to the lower,
pleading, begging, merciful,
brother bear receives forgiveness.

Crying out yet another,
angry, frightened, fragmented,
lost forgotten ways.
Come sit, inner healing circle,
drifting, carrying, awakening,
sight unseen forever spotted.

Returning from fires bloviating thought,
cleansing, purifying, consecrating,
burned ash, sanctifying breath.
Ancestors spoken truths,
extending, arisen, bequeathed,
whispers the ancients acquiesce.

Sometimes Rising Appalachia,
harmonizing, resonating chime,
singing message clear.
Fire on your House Trevor Hall,
burning, desire, anticipating,
the bed is made, shadow-work commence.

~ Ani Po

To all the healers, energy workers, spiritual leaders, shamanic brothers and sisters, ministers, past, present and future, deepest gratitude for continued sacred hold on sacred space for The Many. Blessed Be.

To the many who challenge my writings, thank you for the elevating thoughts. Blessed Be.

To those who share in comment, thought transfiguring and for those who have not yet arrived I give thanks. Blessed Be.

To fifty years gone by, quietly unspoken as it was in the beginning. Standing by with helping hand, gratitude towards those coming forward in self revealing truths. Blessed Be.

Simply…Blessed Be.

Joseph Lieungh