When my Spirit is Free

Poetic response to thrice prompted

When my Spirit is Free

Receiving tools and resources already there

Painting by Author

Returning to the center of it all, reflecting on the horses bucking thematic cries — ancient times before this period of collected tools already given by creatives kiss. Wishing upon a star — hoping for that great leap forward, we arrive on sturdy ground.

From the four winds greeted mind, body and spirit breathing dragon-like fire clearing forests of past undoubtedly — lost ways and tranquil moments of yesteryear. Ancestors and guides are awaiting timely steps — leading nowhere in particular — arriving punctually at heart’s centered chorus singing melodies of all creation.

Life’s journey — medicine wheels of time — spoken by the prophets and elders before — gathering more wisdom, tools creating a brighter day — forward-moving, ever-shifting, no longer looking back — barring pilgrims calling upon the antediluvian winds. Extending hands of knowing — those barricaded in their minds of fate-inflicted truths — snakeskin molting with deeper calling of a personal relationship with Great Mystery.

If I believed, therefore I Am — already present — not yet understood — travelers resting place, final chapter turning epic pages of lives untold abstruse. At the eye of the storm — peaceful, compassionate kiss — reflective images carried out into the modern-day.

Homecoming felicitations — weaving story-lines and songs of generations before, to come and forevermore — zero-point transmutation are we. Smiling outwardly, inwardly reflecting as far as the eyes can see — when my spirit is free.

Waterfalls and baron deserts
green pastures calling
angelic beings aiding and abetting
the interconnection of weaver’s omnipresence.

Drowning in misery
lifting to the great unknown
opening vast visionary pull
receiving tools and resources already there.

~ Ani Po

Pulling thoughts together from three different prompts, giving thanks to the creators of creative flow. Ravyne Hawke and jules for their contribution to KTHT February fun.

The Rules

  1. Use the prompt to write a poem or personal essay.
  2. *(Tag) Mention at least (3) three of your favorite writers (here at KTHT or elsewhere on Medium) and ask them to participate. Each of those writers will then mention at least (3) three more, and so on.
  3. You may submit your story to KTHT or to any publication that allows prompts from other publications.
  4. Regardless of where you submit your piece, You MUST include a link back to this page and (Tag) mention one or all of the KTHT editors — Diana C., Spyder, jules, or me, Ravyne Hawke.
  5. List the prompt and these rules at the end of your poem or essay so that those you’ve (tagged) mentioned will know the rules.

Third prompt comes from Era Garg, when painting and words combine. I chose a painting when spirit and I danced with inspiration.

During this piece, Into the Mist playing on repeat. Please give it a listen, if you so choose.

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

Greeting the Pain and Joy Alike

Dual poetic prompt

Greeting the Pain and Joy Alike

When fear presents an obstructed view

Photo by Pawel Czerwinski on Unsplash

What began manic — worlds crumbling around us — not yet discovered self and inner-galaxies of truth — translated to the physical, transmuted — transforming all realities in an ALL as one. Delusional by the many standards, we carry on down a lonely road of discovery.

Prompted not by the singular spark of passion or the owl’s calling to the moon — but the Three Sisters ancient wisdom of youth carrying tunes — dissolving the tightening grip of vice-like pain in thoracic bodies. Let us sit with this pain and suffering for a minute, inhaling the whole of life’s living breath — observing the melting of our physical knowing — day-old bread no longer nourishes the soul.

Reformatting our senses — pixelated matrices crumbling — regrouping figments of imaginary vibrational tunes — filling our heart space maximizing medicines calling of healing cellular leveled attributes from the collective gathering of sacred songs. Ticker tape parade ballooning –lifting off mother’s bosom — upward galactic calling — outer atmospheric pressures of day to day — till big bang are spraying pure love into the ALL.

Pure vibrational song, not yet translated by auricle — the heartfelt transference of everything before and what is to come — pausing to absorb the ALL in the ALL. We sing to our heart’s content, wrapping ourselves with arms of innocence once again.

Loop pedal activated, repeating songs of our soul — accepting all the broken wings piled higher than eyes can see — past to present — future openings to such not understood without first traveling the broken roads. We arrive at a place of pain and joy — dancing a sacred song for peace deep within the earth’s crusted exterior.

I leave you here to discover your own — reality and understanding of truth — full-on acceptance of the jagged edge leaving marks upon this human form — transforming yet again into waves of sans labeled vibrational healing song. We sing for all to hear — lips no longer having to move — creation speaks intentionally outwardly — paving a new path for future commutation — entering tranquil, we are whole.

~ Ani Po

Sitting in my sacred writing space, awaiting messages from an empty Canvas, I call to the Three Sisters while hitting the loop pedal to hold my center. Interrupted by a messenger, in the form of a twelve-year-old boy,

“Whatcha doing Joe?”

I am writing.

“Watcha writing about?”

Not sure yet, Do you have any ideas for me?

“Maybe you could write about mental health and how it affects the world?Then maybe you could add your stories of sitting with pain and joy as one?”

Great idea, thank you.

“Sounds like you have a great start, good luck.”

This morning, while awaiting message to come, this just after spending the night with pain and suffering, I called out to the void, “What shall we write today?” Snapchat from a twelve-year-old boy, serving as a messenger tying in the words with ancient wisdom. Now to hit the loop pedal of Three Sisters as we ride this cosmic wave.

I invite you to read this piece, but then play this song as you re-read. Would love to hear if any shifts result.

Thank you Christine Graves Ravyne Hawke and the whole Promptly Written team, for this weeks prompts. It may be a stretch of fusing two prompts into one, while attaching a collective vibrational song, but I hope you enjoy this piece.

Alas, please give these two authors a view, as I feel their pieces contributed to today’s piece. Thank you Camille Grady and Sally A Mortemore for sharing in this dance.

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