Shadow Remains, Taking a Back Seat to Lightened Visionary Thought

Shadow Remains, Taking a Back Seat to Lightened Visionary Thought

Deep contemplative records spin

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Tadpole’s first swim in the vast open waters of self-discovering thoughts — squashed by human’s stomping ways of never understanding where to plant the next steps. Division of wholeness — two atoms colliding — forcing a split — fission of original grounds, once stood upon.

Ways of old — ancient as a big yellow ball in the sky — forcefully turned against oneself, battling shadows of doubt — ergo Jungian thought, green light given by Captain* himself. From the morning of life, playtime on schoolyards barking wall — afternoon of life, working in the slave yards of giving and never receiving.

Prescribed thought by other tongues — failing to be of own sound mind, forcefully giving time — muscle to the perpetual motion of the great machine. Worn out — hung out to dry — dirty old sweats baring blood and stains of soul-inflicted abuse.

The levee breaks

Weeping willows

Washed out back to sea

Drowning in two conflicting pools — streaming airwaves collectively — consciousness revealed — superpowers buried outback, only to dig up the ancient beliefs. Stories of two wolves present themselves — three halves of Ino Moxo calling out by name — four directional stares from past, present and future self.



Declaration I AM Here

Easterly pull — straight into morning rise of collective aggregation — shadow self-following — cast to the winds past formidable. Tattered soul, making his way back home — plugging into Tesla’s power bank of ever-charging batteries — atomic time clock set and with the snap of fingers resetting the Canvas of Self — third person singular.

Deep contemplative records spin — hokey pokey and dead or alive playing in cosmic tunes — dancing with inspiration. Laughing at oneself — medicine for soulful knowing of truth — observing all before and latitude spanning global wrapped blanketed by the stars — an illusion of self and all things transformed physical reality.

It is done

Go forth

Shadow remains, taking a back seat to lightened visionary thought.

~Ani Po

I was originally going to table these thoughts until my return from a soul-filling trip to Peru, but sleep was interrupted by the spinning of words. Submitting to the call, I chose to submit before boarding.

I could not resist when J.D. Harms* gave the green light for Jungian thought.

As a child, we are born whole, only to be told how to act or what to think. Spinning our lives in confusion and conflicting thoughts until the day comes, choosing the steps placed before us.

Knowing the shadows still exist, we honor them while moving towards the morning sun. Forever casting shadows of doubt behind us while leaving illuminated steps for others to follow.

I am no expert, and these are my personal thoughts. Traveling the world and discovering self is all I ever claimed to know.

Thank you J.D. Harms, Zay Pareltheon, Melissa Coffey and the whole Scrittura family for accepting these words.

Thank you Kacy Singh for her piece pertaining to one area of shadow-self, our perfectionist behaviors. Please give it a read.

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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See you all on my return.