Finding Inner Peace

CHAPTER NINE

Finding Inner Peace

Defining Our Canvas

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Yesterday, I went to visit an old friend. It is strange because I have not seen him in twenty-eight years. I say “it is strange” loosely, as I know nothing is a mistake. So why did I visit him? It happened because I merely heard a voice whispering his name.

After hearing his name, all sorts of memories came forward. As joy and sadness assist recalling these stories, I immediately found myself in a healing circle. In healing circles or talking circles, it is a sacred moment where we share our deepest thoughts to whatever we are called to discuss. Often happens in a group setting. These memories did just that, and I had my own personal talking circle with others who are thought to be of spirit.

Having the afternoon off, I thought, “If he has time, I will give him a call.” So I did. Hey Bob, this is Joe…got a minute? “Joe?! From my childhood Joe?!” Yes, that Joe. “Dude, how the Hell are you?”

We talked for a little bit, and he invited me into his place of work for a chat. Now my head-mind is trying to figure out the ‘why,’ as I drove to his shop. He is a master painter who creates masterpieces for others. Sharing his gift, he is helping others find their happiness.

So I found his place of business, as I knew the neighborhood very well. It’s in the neighborhood we both grew up in. As we met each other on the street, he asked, “so what made you call?” I am not sure, but there is always a reason from my experience. “That is just too weird…not more than five minutes before you called, I was thinking about you.”

We entered his paint shop.

As we reminisce about our past, he excitedly shows me the process of his work. “I am not a fast-food restaurant, and my work often takes months for one project to complete. Like life, my work is a process that goes unrushed. We shouldn’t rush it.” I bet customers get antsy? “They do, but I remind them the work I do is a symbol of their life moving forward. Have patience, take time to enjoy that which you already have and for goodness sake, stop being in such a rush!”

Hearing him speak of his passion for creating works of art excited me, although I still am unaware of why we were to connect after all this time.

Will I see him again? Will we talk about re-creating more of the Canvas of Life? I am not sure what time will bring of this moment, but I am waking this morning with a bit more understanding of why I called him.

I woke from a dream filled with old acquaintances from childhood. At first, they were strangers challenging my authenticity, but then they became acquaintances whom I rode the school bus within High School. Have you ever had a dream where one scene was of one group of people, the next scene filled with familiar faces? Next, we were at a dinner party and ‘the others’ talked about things while challenging who I was and where I was going. I also recall being lucid in my dream and thinking, “this is why I called Bob! So that I can spark old memories and retrace my steps as to who I am and further pave who I am becoming.”

I know I have written about this before, as to retracing our steps or recalling our past life. As we retrace our steps, we ultimately recreate our future simultaneously. The whole purpose of talking circles is the same. So in my single encounter with an old friend, my past came forward, and the future was redefined. In a single encounter, I walked into the past and future simultaneously, unknowingly at the time…only to repaint a brighter future. Thanks, Bob!

After recalling the first dream, I immediately recalled another. However, I am not sure if this dream happened during nighttime or in the daytime (I often call this the real world, although I am not sure what is real anymore…Laughing at self).

This dream was about finding balance in self.

All I can remember is a scene of what appeared to be a commercial on television. I was sitting in a friend’s living room when a commercial came on about ‘receiving.’ To remain happy, we are to give. It is our life’s purpose. Finding the balance between giving and receiving is the key to this lesson. If all we do is receive without giving…then we remain unbalanced, failing to follow natural laws of the universe…ebb and flow, give and take, etc.

While the second recall happened first, it carried into the second dream of meeting old acquaintances.

I love my dreams!

As I sit at my desk recalling these dreams, I remember yesterday’s conversations. Often for me, not sure if it happens for you, my daytime leads into the nighttime, creating a new reality in the dream world…allowing me to recall my life story. In recalling, I can re-create the scenery and the future.

A conversation or meeting with an old friend creates thoughts of a specific time and place, allowing more healing to take place. A later conversation, with another friend, about finding purpose and balance through asking Creator to show the way humbly…well, I think that led to the first dream about giving and receiving. As the dream world comes to life, I am in awe, outlining the past and redefining the future in a single stroke of my fingers as the words are typed upon this screen.

So back and forth, I go in my thoughts. My life, past and future…what lay in store for the Canvas of Life, what lay in store for Stepping into the Canvas? I am not certain, but the re-write has begun, and the definitions of life are about to be written.

As I recall my story, I hope that you recall your own. Relive the past, recreate the present and future. It is my hope these words reach those who need them most. I hope that Stepping into the Canvas defines the steps we take daily: filling our days with purpose, infusing our steps with love. As we consciously move forward, taking note of the birds singing our song, the trees dancing in the wind or the skies changing from night to day…we are a part of the Great Canvas, and we contribute daily. What is your contribution for the day?

Stepping into the Canvas defining the Canvas, defining our own…

Spiritual Exercise: Finding Inner Peace

Clearing our conscience

Gaining clarity often means reliving past encounters looking for corrections or acceptance in any situation. With attached emotions to the past, we trigger events that may or may not trigger our physical pains of today. Asking for forgiveness can be as simple as asking the self for forgiveness but may require to call upon the past to relive it and ask the afflicted parties or those causing the pain.

To forgive self requires, or doesn’t require, a shift in consciousness and holding space for awareness of the pain that remains. Revisiting pain, we allow ourselves to open wounds that hold our physical pains in slumber. Reflecting and realizing that our present-day and who we are, is a result of the past experiences…whether painful or joyous, they have created the fire that burns within…allowing more desire for happiness to present itself. I am safe and free; I am strong because of my past experiences. No matter that past, the future is brighter because of those experiences. I am grateful.

If the pain remains, call upon the scene that inflicted the pain. Call the party involved or write a private letter. Whether actually delivering or burning the pain away through the sacred fire, it is releasing the pain that remains. There is freedom in asking for forgiveness. In asking, we are receiving.

We are the master painter, the master writer of this Canvas of Life.

When asking for forgiveness, we are healing a broken part of our being, a wound, if you will. In forgiving, we are blessing that portion of the pain that remains. Blessing this area of suffering, we are blessing and healing all involved.

Begin Searching

We have discussed taking the first steps into happiness. Now it is time to take the next. Through our desires, we continue to search for that blissful happiness. Through creating habits for personal happiness, we arrive each new day in a place of being and clarity: clarity of self and conditions which no longer pull our strings. We are cutting these strings one by one, literally and metaphorically!

Imagine now that we are a marionette: We have strings attached to our hands, controlling our every move; Strings to our feet causing us to go where we have been told to go; finally, strings connected to our heads, as if controlling our thoughts. The puppet master is the conditioned response or societal beliefs that we have adapted for our entire lives…time to cut these strings, freeing self from past beliefs. See the strings and imagine one by one we are cutting them. Sit with this for a moment…how does it feel? Is there a sense of freedom? Liberation?

Now it is time to seek that which is missing in our lives.Laughing at ourselves, we realize nothing is missing…we forget. This will come with practice. Keep seeking happiness and apply simple steps , we are activating a part of our brain that is not afraid to seek outside the box that we once dwell. It is through our hearts we enter the key to paradise.

Seek, and ye shall find. Knock, and the door shall be opened unto thee. Matthew 7:7

Finding It…now what?

This place of knowing comes with feelings of bliss, peace and overwhelming joy. For no apparent reason, our steps are lighter, happier and the Canvas of Life appears to be more vibrant with color. When we arrive at this place, it is common for the head-mind to question “Now What?”

A Zen Master was approached by a disciple, “Master, what do we do when we reach enlightenment?” To which the master answered,

“Chop Wood, Carry Water.”

With each discovery of self or ‘aha’ moments, we come to a deeper level of knowing self and how universal laws coexist in our thoughts and being. We do not reach enlightenment. We remember that we are already enlightened beings. The past conditioning has fallen to the curb, and ideals for a brighter future remain.

We set out for deeper understanding as we return to our days’ work or self-practice. Truthfully, there is nothing to be done…but then again, “How is remaining where we are currently working out for us?”

With each step and ‘now what’ experiences, we celebrate, giving thanks for the lessons at hand. We seek further understanding, and undoubtedly the answers shall arrive. It is through our undoubted faith that we find our truths. Don’t feel the faith…practice this…

Start each morning with, “I know my day is filled with so many challenges, but I will turn my attention to the things that bring me joy and gratitude. I rejoice for those events or things that take me away from joy and gratitude as I no longer wish to be ruled by those strings of attachment. I am free.”

Start with the intention of the day and throughout the day check-in with self. “How am I feeling? Am I free of the pain and suffering around me?” Then reset the next day, check-in and repeat this step. Do this for twenty-one days…this will create a new habit of happiness.

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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Past the Physical Reflection of Emptied Wisdom


Past the Physical Reflection of Emptied Wisdom

Upright and boldly going where others fear

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Like Gypsies in the night — not of tribal sense, small and tight-knit — but grandiose, traveling with the masses, waiting for the shepherd to tell us where to go. Carrying everything in our knapsack — ruling out all possibilities of the day may bring, be prepared was the motto of the larger tribe told where they should lay their heads.

Striking campfires with bug juice — creating treacherous flames — empty space merely filling black smoked clouds and warmth’s falsities of identifying joyous returns. Wildfires ablaze — lost in trances egoistic pounding of one’s chest with authoritarian demise.

Kicked out of social functions — unorthodox approach to breaking from the herded sheep with fox-like mystery — instinctual approach to what comes next. Disbanded tribe — building community afar — calling to seekers of joining hands with Great Mother and Mystery of it all.

Hiding in plain sight — the wisdom of another tribal force said to have taken over the world — secret societal fraternities and communities bidding of light. Broken are they — if not careful of insidious tormented entrapment binding the soul.

Physical mirror’s gaze — going back to the beginning — misled by Cardinals and bishops playing a dirty chess game — letting the pawns out with no endgame in sight. Shattered dreams — thousand-piece broken glass — waiting for puzzles assembling to a sacred tune disregarded once before.

Broken are we — reflecting all misguided understanding of what holds true — down to the bones, rewriting the pages upon our hearts, painted pictures coming into our minds’ eye — manifesting into the reality of our own. Perfectly imperfect — songs of the ancients carrying vibratory truths — lifting our soul, inner developing outwardly projecting a new village we call home.

The baggage we carry — suitcases filled chock-full with useless remnants of century’s belief of holding onto all we can, burden too great and weight of equal value — burying us in the seas of misery alive. At bottoms upward glare — wishing upon starry skies blanketing stories — lifting us to a higher plain, caught in hindsight twenty-twenty finite belief — moving beyond the bedtime stories whispering soothing chapters of fairy-tales and mystery.

Awaken thy spirit beyond flesh meat devouring — consuming behavioral pages from epic battles greater than war and peace. Singular turmoil — on homelands mind-altering, earth-shattering, breathtaking view of canyons — great pyramids inner sanctuary for those pursuing asylum from outer worlds bell-curve nature.

Past the physical — inner mirrored reflecting wisdom — baggage once carried, building us strong, upright and boldly going where others fear its path leading to nowhere but home. Arrivals totality of it All — dragon’s heartbroken faltering, fleeting song — new script, new compositional tune — creation speaks with authority over all authority — we sing a new ballad with emptied hands, filled with All There Is.

~Ani Po


Sitting in sacred space, with no script in hand — only prompted ideas provided and timely snap of, for anonymity sake, Banni Tim as his name. Twelve year old chiming in on what letting go might look like.

To me it means letting go of the baggage slowing us down. How can we play with all that stuff weighting us down?

Thank Banni Timm for your timely response. Much Gratitude to the whole KTHT family for sharing in sacred dance. Thank you Ravyne Hawke for this weeks offering.

Keeping to the rules of this prompt:

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, 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.

Tagging a few favorite writers, who may or may not join in the dance: Upasana Sharma, Brooke Kochel RN, Ulf Wolf, Keri Mangis, Anna Woods, and Somsubhra Banerjee


If you are interested to where my mind went, during this prompt, here is a song from my playlist.


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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